deep thoughts from a so called shallow mind

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yo 4 real life is a bitch thats why i visit the clinic/ cause i fooled around wit my guard down no tellin whats been in it/ but i do use protection, pads and pens keep my eyes wide on the vision/ but its hard to see disease when the government has hid it/ splits your mind in division/ you have no choice but to smoke drink get twisted/ we lining up, we hurded cattles to different sections/ to stupid to realize drugs and alcohol are legal murder weapons/ are eyes are covered blind, so we cant interpret a hidden message/ tought in schools to listen, believe, discureaged from asking questions/ and i know death is around the corner, i look both ways at intersections/ im 21 years of age and realize lifes a prize and it is precious/ thats why i dont understand busting gats and selling crack/ i did have boys once wieghing grams on the streets walking strapped/ and i have been stabbed, i got the scars on my back/ grew up blue collar middle class, i thank my dad/ 70 hrs a week , was rarely seen until my later teens/ i used to wish his death until i realized every thing he did it was for me/ and my sisters/ and now i am prepared for this cold life wit a winter coat for its blizzard/ screaming lifes a bitch holding up my two middle fingers.

i liked that verse kid, nice flow, good vocab, and some lines hit hard, culdnt really find n e thing to negatively criticize about it. good shit dook
get at me-

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Originally Posted by 6what131

hope u enjoy


yo 4 real life is a bitch thats why i visit the clinic/ cause i fooled around wit my guard down no tellin whats been in it/ but i do use protection, pads and pens keep my eyes wide on the vision/ but its hard to see disease when the government has hid it/ splits your mind in division/ you have no choice but to smoke drink get twisted/ we lining up, we hurded cattles to different sections/ to stupid to realize drugs and alcohol are legal murder weapons/ are eyes are covered blind, so we cant interpret a hidden message/ tought in schools to listen, believe, discureaged from asking questions/ and i know death is around the corner, i look both ways at intersections/ im 21 years of age and realize lifes a prize and it is precious/ thats why i dont understand busting gats and selling crack/ i did have boys once wieghing grams on the streets walking strapped/ and i have been stabbed, i got the scars on my back/ grew up blue collar middle class, i thank my dad/ 70 hrs a week , was rarely seen until my later teens/ i used to wish his death until i realized every thing he did it was for me/ and my sisters/ and now i am prepared for this cold life wit a winter coat for its blizzard/ screaming lifes a bitch holding up my two middle fingers.

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with 2 middle fingers on my mind, I reflect back to the days, When I lived in the hood and sold crack in a daze, my mind was a blaze trapped in a maze I stuffed sacks, rough and strapped the crew did not hesitate to bust caps, but as I grew older my third eye awoke and said fuck that!, I struggled enough as teen on the vine, my Parents were lost they could see but were blind, went from owning a house, to renting a dump, moving several times after several months...Yo what the fuck was up? "Sulu to Captain Kirk beam me up", and If ya'll scratching ya head like what the fuck? Thats the crack calling crumbling down my earth, the walls and foundation of my nuclear family, project living but it didn't really bother me, because I took the wrong path and swallowed the poisoned seed, ended up obtaining cream by shuffling several valuable products, got caught-up in the game of selling cooked and powdered narcotics, now I raise my own children and I say fuck that life!! you can't even think right under the street lights, So I teach them to think right and to eat right, an avoid the diseased type and the media hype.

im taking you thought my verse was decent from your response of writing a whole verse. yo i aint gonna front this verse was dope as hell. did you just write this shit on the spot????? i think this would be a tight little song with a good hook. no what i mean


yo 4 real life is a bitch thats why i visit the clinic/ cause i fooled around wit my guard down no tellin whats been in it/ but i do use protection, pads and pens keep my eyes wide on the vision/ but its hard to see disease when the government has hid it/ splits your mind in division/ you have no choice but to smoke drink get twisted/ we lining up, we hurded cattles to different sections/ to stupid to realize drugs and alcohol are legal murder weapons/ are eyes are covered blind, so we cant interpret a hidden message/ tought in schools to listen, believe, discureaged from asking questions/ and i know death is around the corner, i look both ways at intersections/ im 21 years of age and realize lifes a prize and it is precious/ thats why i dont understand busting gats and selling crack/ i did have boys once wieghing grams on the streets walking strapped/ and i have been stabbed, i got the scars on my back/ grew up blue collar middle class, i thank my dad/ 70 hrs a week , was rarely seen until my later teens/ i used to wish his death until i realized every thing he did it was for me/ and my sisters/ and now i am prepared for this cold life wit a winter coat for its blizzard/ screaming lifes a bitch holding up my two middle fingers.

with 2 middle fingers on my mind, I reflect back to the days, When I lived in the hood and sold crack in a daze, my mind was a blaze trapped in a maze I stuffed sacks, rough and strapped the crew did not hesitate to bust caps, but as I grew older my third eye awoke and said fuck that!, I struggled enough as teen on the vine, my Parents were lost they could see but were blind, went from owning a house, to renting a dump, moving several times after several months...Yo what the fuck was up? "Sulu to Captain Kirk beam me up", and If ya'll scratching ya head like what the fuck? Thats the crack calling crumbling down my earth, the walls and foundation of my nuclear family, project living but it didn't really bother me, because I took the wrong path and swallowed the poisoned seed, ended up obtaining cream by shuffling several valuable products, got caught-up in the game of selling cooked and powdered narcotics, now I raise my own children and I say fuck that life!! you can't even think right under the street lights, So I teach them to think right and to eat right, an avoid the diseased type and the media hype.

Yeah I read ya verse and it gave me inspiration to quickly write what I wrote..PeacecaeP 6what131...It is a nice..thanks for the gift of inspiration

word bigben

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Yeah I read ya verse and it gave me inspiration to quickly write what I wrote..PeacecaeP 6what131...It is a nice..thanks for the gift of inspiration

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nice shit Ben!