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My Sonnet
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America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
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Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
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Peak #3,457
Peak in subgenre #504
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December 19, 2004
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MP3 3.9 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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you might be tired of songs when i debate my soul's problems but i, got enough inside to make a whole album so i, pour my thoughts on a page for a day when i look back to see my problems all went away they say to live for the moment, but what if ya mind never gives you the chance to ever spend time on it thus my sonnet, to break my minds gauntlet its tearin up my heart, its so hard to find promise im just being honest, why go to my college but leave wit no wisdom and have divine knowledge i got so many trials and tribs, im just tryin to live staring into the sun tryin to see what time it is im startin to lose hope, my faith is disintegrating so many demons in me there's no point in meditating i feel the end coming, these are my last thoughts my mental will and testiment fueled by a black heart i feel like a crab in a barrel, everybody's lookin at me pokin me wit sticks, hopin i forget who i am but i cant, i came too far to go back now im a man, i gotta let you know that i got a hold of my temper, since that day in september when i was born, my mind is still torn there are times that i wish that i was stillborn i wasnt, a hateful world, i was left on but i cope wit, the drama, the anguish, the mama of my baby, i got ta, unless i'll go crazy thoughts of when i was young and still havin fun grabbin action figures and not grabbin gunz when i stare into a mirror, and look into my eyes i see nothing but pain n a man about to die i see a small boy in a prison, servin out a sentence of life, aint a thing can make a difference i see a dog on the side of the road hit by a car, body all broken, tryin to moan i see a fish caught on a hook, a bear caught in a trap a village on fire cuz of the war in iraq matter fact, im tired of this, im slicing my wrists i walked the road of life drunk, then i died in a ditch i'd rather be a dream in ya mind, why try to exist? this is the last time, last rhyme, goodbye and thats it
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