To Be Judged
Obsessed with rhymes i Confess all my time, Pen to paper then i Scribble in the lines, Riddles for you to find, Its unholy and yet divine, solely swear it's my time,Totally there, made the climb, And I still ain't at the top,That's kinda disappointing, Waiting for me to flop,Then they'll all be pointing, But I will never stop, Evil can keep conjoining, After I'm dead n box, My music ppl still enjoying And that's why I do it,For the kids that was like me, The ones who been thru it,No happiness only misery, And that crooked bitch,Yeah she Loves company, The poor feed the rich,I wish we could all see, That we all are equal, And that is the problem, It doesn't take mathematic Maniacs to solve em, Yeah we all are the problem, Because we are equal, Greed and lust, a combination to be lethal, You can peep it thru the peep hole, All the wicked people, Doing illegal shit, Pretending to be legal, Who am I to judge,I guess I do the same, But I cant help but think The thoughts running in my brain, Who am I to judge, A life that you livin,At least you being you, Yeah Ain't no pretendin, Who am I to judge, Like I'm the judge and the jury, Holding an evil grudge with stupid mad fury, Who am I to be judged,By you and your crew, You don't know me and I dont know you, But what i do know, Is what I keep inside, Deep down in a box, With all the white lies And Promises I confide, Locked up tight, I threw away the key, All my life I had to fight, you don't know the shit I had to see, What's like to be me, To step on my shoes To do the things that I had to do, What would you do? If you were in my shoes, Walk the walk-I walked alone, Or take flight, singin the blues, Would you fight the fights I fought, Stand up and pay your dues, Or would you flee the scene runnin, Pretendin to look for clues, Pretendin to be true, Pretending like I had an option, It was shit I had to do, I never got to choose, So who the fuck are you, To judge me for being me, If you dont know the true you.
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Obsessed with rhymes i Confess all my time, Pen to paper then i Scribble in the lines, Riddles for you to find, Its unholy and yet divine, solely swear it's my time,Totally there, made the climb, And I still ain't at the top,That's kinda disappointing, Waiting for me to flop,Then they'll all be pointing, But I will never stop, Evil can keep conjoining, After I'm dead n box, My music ppl still enjoying And that's why I do it,For the kids that was like me, The ones who been thru it,No happiness only misery, And that crooked bitch,Yeah she Loves company, The poor feed the rich,I wish we could all see, That we all are equal, And that is the problem, It doesn't take mathematic Maniacs to solve em, Yeah we all are the problem, Because we are equal, Greed and lust, a combination to be lethal, You can peep it thru the peep hole, All the wicked people, Doing illegal shit, Pretending to be legal, Who am I to judge,I guess I do the same, But I cant help but think The thoughts running in my brain, Who am I to judge, A life that you livin,At least you being you, Yeah Ain't no pretendin, Who am I to judge, Like I'm the judge and the jury, Holding an evil grudge with stupid mad fury, Who am I to be judged,By you and your crew, You don't know me and I dont know you, But what i do know, Is what I keep inside, Deep down in a box, With all the white lies And Promises I confide, Locked up tight, I threw away the key, All my life I had to fight, you don't know the shit I had to see, What's like to be me, To step on my shoes To do the things that I had to do, What would you do? If you were in my shoes, Walk the walk-I walked alone, Or take flight, singin the blues, Would you fight the fights I fought, Stand up and pay your dues, Or would you flee the scene runnin, Pretendin to look for clues, Pretendin to be true, Pretending like I had an option, It was shit I had to do, I never got to choose, So who the fuck are you, To judge me for being me, If you dont know the true you.
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