My first spoken word piece ever and my first piece of poetry i ever written
directed at the website 411hype.com
anyway, emotion might not be there at times and pronouncication cuz i rushed through this, but w/e
peep
Ryit aka DK of A-Trak Records from Chi-Town dropping tracks on the I-Net
Lyrics
its where people from all over the world, come to meet
clicks of police, turtles and people who beat they meat
and its all a big treat, but only in some eyes
cuz to tell the truth...noone here evers gets a prize
N it need a new design, cuz really it wouldnt hurt
plus you in for a surprise, if you see any good work
because skill dont matter no more, its who on ya dick or in ya click
or however many times a day you click submit
this place went to shit, so theres more farewell threads
instead of votes....& open mics being read
they say there sick and fed, but doing nothing to help
cuz they only worried about, if they custom text says a belt
truthfully, you so-called vets are wack, but hey, thats just me
N a person witout enough posts automatically labeled a newbie
but to some its home, to others its their life
as fictional characters in letters, telling only lies
power-hungry mods, never doing their job...abusing they powers
unknown aliases being nothin but cowards
a place where there is never any help, just alot of who, what, when & hows
N you all know the place im talking about
411Hype
