The lyrics blog-"Tired"
Now the point of this new blog is to put some of my rhymes out there for ppl who are intrested in reading my lyrics(can i atleast pretend that such ppl exist?..lol)...u know..i freestyle a lot..but i write a lotta stuff too..so whuteva..if u feel it..lemme know..or if u don't...it's all good man...
This is a track i wrote recently..haven't recorded it yet....but it'll be up soon....it's called "Tired"
Tired of the bullshit,tired of the hate,
I'm just so tired that it's stupid,I'm tired of my state,
I'm tired of all that,matter of fact,I'm exhausted,
So I'm like fuck all the crap,I think I just lost it,
Sick of not getting credit,it's not even funny no more,
Now i've always felt sick,at first these dummys ignored,
Then did the first rap shows here,I'm a pioneer bitch!
Everytime I bust that flow it's clear,I done pioneered shit,
Always thought my friends would support,was wrong I guess,
So as I vent and it's dope,through my song my stress,
I express,'coz this bitterness,it hurts a lot,
In my chest and my soul,even when I curse the block,
With verses hot,that's the only therapy for me,
But I been feelin' worse a lot,maybe my therapy's weak,
Nah that's not it,I done figured this out,
Need to open the latch on shit,address what triggers this doubt,
This ill will,why do I feel alone and unappreciated?
Despite my real skill,kats do show me love,so why do i feel so hated?
It is the root of that emotion that I must find in this track,
So I look for the notion while putting my mind in this rap,
Tired of the bullshit,tired of the hate,
I'm just so tired that it's stupid,I'm tired of my state,
I'm tired of all that,matter of fact,I'm exhausted,
So I'm like fuck all the crap,I think I just lost it,
The truth is,you can't comprehend my genius,
When this youth spits,every syllable spent is serious,
And when I said it's genius,I really meant it's genius,
Even when I vent mischevious,though I never said it's tedious,
It's still what I do,this my life,my game,
This mic,this frame,even the strife,the pain,
The lies,the lames,take away hip hop and I cease to breathe,
Cannot survive,I'm sane as long as I strive to seize this league,
The day I quit,my heart will stop and my lungs collapse,
So even though it's dark and hot I gotta run,I gasp,
Catch my breath,witness hypocrisy and double standards,
Till my last I rep,but I got a bit of a troubled manner,
I expect my friends to understand but they just full of shit,
And I'm just full of this,I can't pull no clip,
Which is good,otherwise I might blow my brains out,
These mood swings are murder,you think you know my game now?
Just 'coz I put my name down?Fuck you bitch!
Yall say wassup but I'm on some "Know what?Fuck you" shit!
Tired of the bullshit,tired of the hate,
I'm just so tired that it's stupid,I'm tired of my state,
I'm tired of all that,matter of fact,I'm exhausted,
So I'm like fuck all the crap,I think I just lost it,
I'm the lone ranger,see me in the corner with a pen in my hand,
I don't know strangers and I can't make friends,understand,
I'm stuck in a cycle of bitter hate and loneliness,
Seeking a rifle,'coz sometimes it's only stress,
At other times the amplitude peaks to the vertex,
And God,I can't see you,and you ain't done shit about the hurt yet,
Contemplating suicide 'coz sometimes it hurts to breathe,
I wanna be through with life,feels like a million souls is cursing me,
Fall on knees,face smeared with tears and grief,
So if you call on me,I might just be near the creek,
Neck broken,hanging by a rope from a tree,
Embrace death open,I close my eyes and I'm free,
My heart feels broken and my soul is dying,
In the dark I'm pokin',to fill this hole I'm tryin',
But then again,I can't even kill myself,it sucks,
'Coz despite all the pain,I still feel myself too much,
To go out in the night and make my exit silently,
No,I gotta march and fight,show what I'm blessed with violently,
So i keep on living even though I'm still lonely and cold,
Only time I feel alive is when this homie does flow,
Tired of the bullshit,tired of the hate,
I'm just so tired that it's stupid,I'm tired of my state,
I'm tired of all that,matter of fact,I'm exhausted,
So I'm like fuck all the crap,I think I just lost it,
Now the point of this new blog is to put some of my rhymes out there for ppl who are intrested in reading my lyrics(can i atleast pretend that such ppl exist?..lol)...u know..i freestyle a lot..but i write a lotta stuff too..so whuteva..if u feel it..lemme know..or if u don't...it's all good man...
This is a track i wrote recently..haven't recorded it yet....but it'll be up soon....it's called "Tired"
Tired of the bullshit,tired of the hate,
I'm just so tired that it's stupid,I'm tired of my state,
I'm tired of all that,matter of fact,I'm exhausted,
So I'm like fuck all the crap,I think I just lost it,
Sick of not getting credit,it's not even funny no more,
Now i've always felt sick,at first these dummys ignored,
Then did the first rap shows here,I'm a pioneer bitch!
Everytime I bust that flow it's clear,I done pioneered shit,
Always thought my friends would support,was wrong I guess,
So as I vent and it's dope,through my song my stress,
I express,'coz this bitterness,it hurts a lot,
In my chest and my soul,even when I curse the block,
With verses hot,that's the only therapy for me,
But I been feelin' worse a lot,maybe my therapy's weak,
Nah that's not it,I done figured this out,
Need to open the latch on shit,address what triggers this doubt,
This ill will,why do I feel alone and unappreciated?
Despite my real skill,kats do show me love,so why do i feel so hated?
It is the root of that emotion that I must find in this track,
So I look for the notion while putting my mind in this rap,
Tired of the bullshit,tired of the hate,
I'm just so tired that it's stupid,I'm tired of my state,
I'm tired of all that,matter of fact,I'm exhausted,
So I'm like fuck all the crap,I think I just lost it,
The truth is,you can't comprehend my genius,
When this youth spits,every syllable spent is serious,
And when I said it's genius,I really meant it's genius,
Even when I vent mischevious,though I never said it's tedious,
It's still what I do,this my life,my game,
This mic,this frame,even the strife,the pain,
The lies,the lames,take away hip hop and I cease to breathe,
Cannot survive,I'm sane as long as I strive to seize this league,
The day I quit,my heart will stop and my lungs collapse,
So even though it's dark and hot I gotta run,I gasp,
Catch my breath,witness hypocrisy and double standards,
Till my last I rep,but I got a bit of a troubled manner,
I expect my friends to understand but they just full of shit,
And I'm just full of this,I can't pull no clip,
Which is good,otherwise I might blow my brains out,
These mood swings are murder,you think you know my game now?
Just 'coz I put my name down?Fuck you bitch!
Yall say wassup but I'm on some "Know what?Fuck you" shit!
Tired of the bullshit,tired of the hate,
I'm just so tired that it's stupid,I'm tired of my state,
I'm tired of all that,matter of fact,I'm exhausted,
So I'm like fuck all the crap,I think I just lost it,
I'm the lone ranger,see me in the corner with a pen in my hand,
I don't know strangers and I can't make friends,understand,
I'm stuck in a cycle of bitter hate and loneliness,
Seeking a rifle,'coz sometimes it's only stress,
At other times the amplitude peaks to the vertex,
And God,I can't see you,and you ain't done shit about the hurt yet,
Contemplating suicide 'coz sometimes it hurts to breathe,
I wanna be through with life,feels like a million souls is cursing me,
Fall on knees,face smeared with tears and grief,
So if you call on me,I might just be near the creek,
Neck broken,hanging by a rope from a tree,
Embrace death open,I close my eyes and I'm free,
My heart feels broken and my soul is dying,
In the dark I'm pokin',to fill this hole I'm tryin',
But then again,I can't even kill myself,it sucks,
'Coz despite all the pain,I still feel myself too much,
To go out in the night and make my exit silently,
No,I gotta march and fight,show what I'm blessed with violently,
So i keep on living even though I'm still lonely and cold,
Only time I feel alive is when this homie does flow,
Tired of the bullshit,tired of the hate,
I'm just so tired that it's stupid,I'm tired of my state,
I'm tired of all that,matter of fact,I'm exhausted,
So I'm like fuck all the crap,I think I just lost it,
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