...The Rapper...
I live my life meek, speak of dreams and it makes me
think of the cats I know who aint here to praise me
I feel its my duty, to respect them here an yet
It's uncomprehendable why Im still fearing Death
I feel corresed, blessed internally for my givin mind
understand that life, could be takin any time
many crimes, blinds cats from what I hold dearest
the cold fear this, the emotion Im the clearest
the ink tears this, Im the nearest to my dreams
competing emcees battlin teams for the green
it seems serene to me, but others feel its garbage
but on this, they've never seen the visual carnage
word is bond kids, the life for me is changed forever
the rap thing I do, could never repair me better
I spit my heart, sons, everytime I feel its necessary
transform my soul into rhythm only thought legendary
Contort microphones, until my vocal cords broken
nothing else in life but to open the doors Ive spoken
Forget the notion of postin this in The Hall Of Fame
I dont want props from wack cats anymore its all a shame.
..The Wrestler..
The enemy that cant see my one and only plea to be
A wannabe that just got out of prison, am I the key
He hits the finisher, but I feel no pain or remorce
So I hit him with a force that has no painfull intercource
He falls head first into the campas, creating tears
He fears that he is hurt, a broken chance to cheers
His useing record gives me a title shot, in return I get hot
I will not skip this chance to advance and show every one what I got
It's my dream to be champion and rename my familes legacy
If I win the battle I'll got out back with divas drinking hennesi
My father grants me good luck, I want to know if this is luck
Or if my Dreams are getting granted by god, What the fuck
I relize that my dream has come true, the title is stripped
I'm given the title, I go to grab it but only to get tripped
By the former champion and beat down, To the ground
I frown and look around, no one dares to help, I make a sound
Every time I try to stand I get punched, I get a hunch
That I am getting robbed, I'm loseing blood but how much
This is a story that proves beggers cant be choosers
But in return, they become the hated and the losers
This proves that People dont always reach their dreams.
But most of them get close, but die off into screams.
-IsIs- is the 1st
I am the second
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