Wednesday, April 02, 2003

Strike Two

Somedays I just wanna up and call the quits, I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks, Everytime I go to get up I just fall in pits.My life's like one great big ball of shit! If I could, just put it all onto what I spit Instead of always tryina swallow it Instead of starin' at this wall and shit.While I sit writin' this plot, sick of all this shit! Bitch, i keep on sayin Shit! All I know is I'm about to hit the wall If I ever have to give up with this Chick, Bitch!

This is it last straw That's all, That's it I ain't dealin' with another fuckin' politic I'm like a skillet bubblin', until it filters up I'm about to kill it, I can fill it buildin' up Blow this buliding up, I've been sealed enough My cup, When its over I'da filled it up Then it explodes, and spills my guts You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts.

Well.. Imma show you what, You gon' feel my rush If you don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch Build the dutch, Im about to tear shit up Goosebumps, Yea Imma make your hair sit up, Yea sit up Imma tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me You ate, it ain't too late for you to finally see What you close-minded Fucks, What you Blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee Out this world, they no it ain't a mind to me You need piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine All I need's a line, Sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme To express how I'm really feeling at that time, Yes Sometimes,but That sometimes is always me How dark can these hallways be The clock strikes midnight 1, 2, then half passed 3 This half-ass rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper I'm desperate in my task If I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest, Again Stuck in this slump, Can't think of nothing Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait Here comes something, No! Its not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out I'm fizzling out, thought I figured it out Balls in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a slave To this Tray? Sign not to spit to the grave Real enough to route you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want. Fuck it!

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