With out response it cries to me
Hoping I can provide some sort of release
Stay with it
Instead of letting some one take up my lease
But I can't
See I took all of my love for rap
That was bottled up inside
Opened the window to my soul
And just poured outside
cuz not to many rappers
Thinking out side of the box
And wonder why they career
Belong be in a pine box
They only hit provoked
Young men to box
Now they last two fans
Locked in a iron bared box
What ever happens to the rappers?
With more flow then Niagara
And they lyrics went harder then Viagra
Ha
See right now I’m just aggravated
With rappers talking bout they ice
Knowing they exaggerated
Turn tables use to bring life to the party
Now the tables have turned
caz DJ’s won't give real music a turn
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment