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Saturday, January 4, 2014

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Every time we have this conversation
I'm lost in translation 
mastered The Art of Persuasion 

Your soul white, Caucasian 
As white as the cocaine air forces 
I Had A's on all my courses
Back when I was in middle school 
Got distracted by a swimming pool 
That I would frequently visit 
I would frequently hit it 

My grades dropped 
My waves stopped
Cuz I grew my hair out 
I didn't really care bout

Nothing 

After all why should I ? 

After all how could I ? 

In this world that I'm living in 

Most children illegitimate 
Judge giving sentences 
Putting periods on lives 

Devil in a new dress
Gave birth to a new stress 
I'm there for her but maybe I should care less 
Maybe she could care less 
If I'm dead or alive 
If I'm down or I'm live
Perhaps it doesn't make a difference 
Her child will be  bastard

I'm ghost just like I'm Casper 
Never wanted to be a rapper
I never had aspirations 
I made mistakes before 
But underwent maturation 
But every time we have this conversation 

I got lost in translation

My soul black, I never waited 

My heart pure, I never hated 

I cried tears next to the devil 

I just reached a new level 

Of hell 

I dwell 

Never talkin , in my shell 

Cuz down here you can't tell

who's real and who's fake

Who's a rat and who a snake 


I took it through the wire like Kanye did in 04 
Still I want more 
Even if I'm sore 
I'll go until I collapse 
I'll die on two feet
Never knees on the floor 
A lot of people don't want to see me shine 
But I'll come out on top every time

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