Day to Dai
I offer nothing but these words that I'm lost in, //
Which'll probably never be heard how I want them. //
Isolated myself in the studio for months, //
Writing for... //
Oh yeah, - No one. //
So what if your home's rough, //
Mine Forgot to show up. //
Coke and smoked blunts Provoke what Folks love. //
Strumming Cortets with no Breath, Paint drips from the best of the MidWest, Yes! //
With Ebonic Sonnets, //
I promise honest symphonic logic that Common moronic rappers could never grasp. //
Epitas - Leave em' seizure with this pen and pad, //
Understand, I am neither this; nor that. //
I sketch music realistically speaking, //
So when you actually listen, //
Ink begins leaking. //
I'm not a secret, just unknown by the public, //
Some kid in love with what is known as bumpin'. //
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Ain't no more time to hide, //
Baptized by death, //
Over stressed, and smokers breath. //
Elegant rain falls, trickled down by tear drops, //
Next stop, //
Criminal mug shots! //
American gun shops cause fear when the sun drops, yet no one cares till your son's shot. //
What the fu**s wrong with people today? //
We're all the same, getting worse as we age! //
Drive byes - Sirens - Right to remain Silent, //
Pilots fly when - Sky's are violent.//
Out of alignment, //
Out of your mind - it's, //
Now or we die with, //
Out any pride kid. //
La vida nafraga, but I'll die with honer, //
Raising my fist through the fire! //