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Location: Back Home on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
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Don't know wether to call it a rap, poetry or just words on paper but this is somethin' i wrote awhile ago before i decided to go back to school...
I could have blamed my father, But I knew I was failing myself
Cuz only thing i was into was sellin' the melt
couldn't talk to nobody, about the the hell that i felt
so i walked with a .38 and extra shells by my belt
I had click...If u crossed them, you crossed us
then they crossed me so i lost friends and lost trust
almost got robbed, reached for the gun and he bust
I got grazed...so i cocked back and he got shot in the leg
My whole life growing up, i knew alot for my age
I stopped dukin' it out and became accustomed to shootouts
Couldn't live by rules, so i left mom dukes house
never meant to hurt her, but i just had to let the truth out
I ran the streets wild, seemed like they had adopted me
i fvcked up my flip money, i was playin' the game sloppily
got back on top and older females started jockin' me
the sooner i got my weight up, the more they felt like lockin' me
but a couple months I got free, Bettered my knowledge position
started putting the drug money towards my college tuition
conversated with god and got more involved in religion
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C.R.E.A.M. Cash Rules Everything Around Me
Through life I've gained knowledge, Wrote rhymes to pass it on...and Now I record songs so I can talk **** long after I'm gone
"It's a privledge for you to breathe the same air that I farted in"
Don't know wether to call it a rap, poetry or just words on paper but this is somethin' i wrote awhile ago before i decided to go back to school...
I could have blamed my father, But I knew I was failing myself
Cuz only thing i was into was sellin' the melt
couldn't talk to nobody, about the the hell that i felt
so i walked with a .38 and extra shells by my belt
I had click...If u crossed them, you crossed us
then they crossed me so i lost friends and lost trust
almost got robbed, reached for the gun and he bust
I got grazed...so i cocked back and he got shot in the leg
My whole life growing up, i knew alot for my age
I stopped dukin' it out and became accustomed to shootouts
Couldn't live by rules, so i left mom dukes house
never meant to hurt her, but i just had to let the truth out
I ran the streets wild, seemed like they had adopted me
i fvcked up my flip money, i was playin' the game sloppily
got back on top and older females started jockin' me
the sooner i got my weight up, the more they felt like lockin' me
but a couple months I got free, Bettered my knowledge position
started putting the drug money towards my college tuition
conversated with god and got more involved in religion
Will you be my husband lol
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Fucck *****s cuz all I do is fucck *****s and after I fucck *****s I be like fucck *****s!
'Men will do anything for sex, even love. Women will do anything for love, even sex.'
Don't know wether to call it a rap, poetry or just words on paper but this is somethin' i wrote awhile ago before i decided to go back to school...
I could have blamed my father, But I knew I was failing myself
Cuz only thing i was into was sellin' the melt
couldn't talk to nobody, about the the hell that i felt
so i walked with a .38 and extra shells by my belt
I had click...If u crossed them, you crossed us
then they crossed me so i lost friends and lost trust
almost got robbed, reached for the gun and he bust
I got grazed...so i cocked back and he got shot in the leg
My whole life growing up, i knew alot for my age
I stopped dukin' it out and became accustomed to shootouts
Couldn't live by rules, so i left mom dukes house
never meant to hurt her, but i just had to let the truth out
I ran the streets wild, seemed like they had adopted me
i fvcked up my flip money, i was playin' the game sloppily
got back on top and older females started jockin' me
the sooner i got my weight up, the more they felt like lockin' me
but a couple months I got free, Bettered my knowledge position
started putting the drug money towards my college tuition
conversated with god and got more involved in religion
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