All Bad
imagine a boy raised by his mother with no dad forced to go to church a black bastard with no swag green as the everglades but no cash and worse being use to Jacking off to white girls with no ass or cuffing after fucking white girls with no class but a flow sick enough to leave yo ass in toe tag a curse he so sad and so mad that he lame really it's part of his game he slacks but smarter then he seems to him- it's just harder being sane hard to follow his dreams due to night mares of beating pops with a cane or being addicted to drugs besides Mary Jane a shame maybe or maybe too lazy and very vane a bane to the world since birth share pain through a verse even though he rather stay high with his dick in the dirt cause nothing else seems to work besides going berserk either that or having his face put on the front of a shirt all bad/ when every choice you make is worser than your last all bad afraid to be happy so you stay mad all bad in a world where nothing matters but your bag and what you have Stuck in the past only present is gift of gab(repeat) don't fit in still you try to then feel a fucking fool pissed you still alive once realizing yous a fucking tool dying inside with sorrow like drowning inside a pool denying any problems saying how you so fucking cool buying time working 9 to 5s a fucking mule still ain't got much to lose walking on a thin between I'm fine! and jumping off a fucking roof until you umph on top of someone's new 2009 fucking coupe you cope with feeling blue by relying on brew until you lying your puke crying bout ya life's a joke through with trying to figure out how you became a nuncence you build ya own high way to hell without a blue print no one can see your pain you hide it all for gain until the day you decide to embrace the rain a roller coaster ride till you collide with fate like a run away train crashing into hells gate praying for change though the shit don't change you gotta stay strong you done flew through hell twice ain't try to stay long 39 3 lost kids and I lost my wife so when I write it's like the blade of a knife to my wind pipe all bad when every choice you make is worser than your last all bad afraid to be happy so you stay mad all bad in a world where nothing matters but your bag and what you have Stuck in the past only present is gitf of gab(repeat)
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imagine a boy raised by his mother with no dad forced to go to church a black bastard with no swag green as the everglades but no cash and worse being use to Jacking off to white girls with no ass or cuffing after fucking white girls with no class but a flow sick enough to leave yo ass in toe tag a curse he so sad and so mad that he lame really it's part of his game he slacks but smarter then he seems to him- it's just harder being sane hard to follow his dreams due to night mares of beating pops with a cane or being addicted to drugs besides Mary Jane a shame maybe or maybe too lazy and very vane a bane to the world since birth share pain through a verse even though he rather stay high with his dick in the dirt cause nothing else seems to work besides going berserk either that or having his face put on the front of a shirt all bad/ when every choice you make is worser than your last all bad afraid to be happy so you stay mad all bad in a world where nothing matters but your bag and what you have Stuck in the past only present is gift of gab(repeat) don't fit in still you try to then feel a fucking fool pissed you still alive once realizing yous a fucking tool dying inside with sorrow like drowning inside a pool denying any problems saying how you so fucking cool buying time working 9 to 5s a fucking mule still ain't got much to lose walking on a thin between I'm fine! and jumping off a fucking roof until you umph on top of someone's new 2009 fucking coupe you cope with feeling blue by relying on brew until you lying your puke crying bout ya life's a joke through with trying to figure out how you became a nuncence you build ya own high way to hell without a blue print no one can see your pain you hide it all for gain until the day you decide to embrace the rain a roller coaster ride till you collide with fate like a run away train crashing into hells gate praying for change though the shit don't change you gotta stay strong you done flew through hell twice ain't try to stay long 39 3 lost kids and I lost my wife so when I write it's like the blade of a knife to my wind pipe all bad when every choice you make is worser than your last all bad afraid to be happy so you stay mad all bad in a world where nothing matters but your bag and what you have Stuck in the past only present is gitf of gab(repeat)