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Submitted: February 11, 2012

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Life in general its an everyday struggle, Life's a bitch like a puddle on your shoulder, No love in this world just seems to get colder, Its like the whole world is suffering from bipolar, Take life in your hands and succeed push it like a boulder. See when I'm on the mic my static is hydroelectric, You'll see the world through my high flows that are infected, You elected Cameron now look at the 6 trillion in debt he collected, You criticized Brown for standing up, Now look at the man you rejected, I see the world for what it is, So unconnected, I imply notorious views like I'm a spy so undetected, Unsuspected, I don't lie, I just resurrect lines, Subliminally get respected, Make rhymes dangerously perfected, Like a national climb or houses of parliament they elected, Make flows that effected time its self, Obnoxiously corrected, Health care to crime that need restored to be affected, Reflect negative views that are incorrect to insure future generations, No disrespect the world is in trouble so many complications, Impatient notions so amazing hell blazing frustrations, Criminalization of a whole nation this won't help our civilization, So hear my operations don't hate just love understand these revelations. I take a look at my life and it shit right now no job no boyfriend I thought I had future mapped out but I've since gone off worlds end like its the 16th century and I've got a Chris Columbus state of mind I'm stuck in a rut like I'm not fucked enough surviving's just a waste of time I've lived with my nan uncle aunt and my mother I'm on the move constantly never been anywhere with longevity I'm messed in the head what's wrong with me my mum and dad separated when I was young my family portraits ripped in half and to repair the damage I manage to rap, Spitting's my art listen, Two weeks ago I was sleeping on the floor at my uncles house now staying at my mums got my first holiday coming things look wonderful now but appearance can be deceiving through my pain I've mentally scarred fighting anxiety and depression disorders all because of my past and I know I look to the future and its unlikely to get better and to survive I'm have a bumpy ride my ship will sink in the brightest weather. I'm tired of this shit sick of things never working out, Sick flowing for six years, Tired of the shit you all spout, Scouts shouting me out at shows, Places I throw down the most, Telling me I ain't shit without cash to throw around though, Coz record labels don't rhyme, They spit there shit backwards, Its like, To get paid, I gotta pay you first? I should go ahead and tell them to fuck it, It couldn't be any worse, They should have to pay ME coz they want ME to drop a fat verse, That's why I started hustlin, Seems like the only way back in the day, Three sisters bustin heads together, Trying. To get paid, They both agrees I was hot enough to be on top, Then CID jumped on our shit and I'm the only one that got away, Two best friends sitting in Clapham Junction cells, Wish they were here, Struggled to get a promo, Now all I've got are tears, It scares me - what I've done, Sometimes I tremble in fear, Praying to God so one day I might get somewhere. Now you see me, Now you don't, I'm like houdini so sick I be queasy, Nothing I ever did was close to easy I earned my striped like Tony the tiger, But even he be dissing me so I got to skin that cat and make a tiger skin beanie I'm wiser smarter stronger hotter prodigious than everyone else the stress on myself is hard to endeavor, But I need no help now I walk these school halls with emotional scares and welts and I keep thinking "how did I get past so much shit my myself?" Its because I'm already in hell, Daddy never came by mothers a oblivious white bitch, And sister said her last goodbye brother is lucky enough to move out of the house and start a new life so without my nan in this house, I'd put a gun to my head and die see this is my life, How didn't I already go to a life of crime I write enough rhymes to keep me satisfied with being alive so if you think I'm lucky, Being me was a pain in the thigh so walk a mile in my shoes, No, Fucking keep them all days and nights! On a daily basis, I look myself in the mirror and try to figure what lifestyle I'm chasing, And why my hearts been blazing, If you ask me what I think of myself ill probably say, That my life isn't meant to be and eventually my soul will be buried beyond the third degree, All my sis are reliving, And everything in my life is changing, No control but all I know is that through this paper chasing, My best friend was killed as bullets were sent racing, I didn't notice, But through all this hocuspocus I endangered everyone closest, To be so fucking bogus if I could see you one last time bee, I would tell you how sorry I was and how your death came to be, If you only knew you probably wouldn't forgive me, I just hope that one day I could stop living this life that not only killed me, But killed you causing me to make weed the perfect remedy, For the pain I'm feeling, My heart just keeps on swelling, All the blood spilit was not mine for the spilling, So in your memory I promise I won't die until I'm done killing, Anyone who claims they hold the torch with the flame, Contemplating any sense if shame before I spit acid rain. If you could only see me now, I know you would be proud...


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