Nothing to smile about





I'm sorry if I ain't enthused about the new style's out,
It's not that I'm fused,I ain't got much to smile about,
But I ain't cryin',rage gleams in my eye,
Yes I am trying,fulfil my dreams till I die,

Have you ever been hated to the point where you couldn't take it?
All that they debated,like all your beliefs are just fake shit,
Pac said it best,it's me against the world,
But i feel dead in chest and it's still me against the world,
Peep this,a rapper among poets and pseudo intellectual groupies,
Busting deep shit,you know it,these intellectual groups be,
Looking down on me,like he's just rhymin' words,
Say he's clowning,see,never saw me as a diamond in dirt,
They write in fancy language,I speak like peeps usually do,
Fuck their pansy chants,hey,it is often usually true,
That is shit sounds hi fi,it's just a pile of a crap,
But they make it look like I say all these lies,it's wack,
Since I couldn't cut it,since I'm not as much of an artist,
You know what,fuck it,I don't write,I musically fart shit,
But what sense does it make,to glorify that which inspires no truth,
You see I find it's just fake,I may be an asshole but I ain't no chuth,
I mean fine,put me down,all I do is just rap,
Just an ability to rhyme,it's not an art,just a skill,it's a knack,

I'm sorry if I ain't enthused about the new style's out,
It's not that I'm fused,I ain't got much to smile about,
But I ain't cryin',rage gleams in my eye,
Yes I am trying,fulfil my dreams till I die,

As a kid I saw my dad beat on my mom,
And now shit,I see kats beat on my songs,
But i swear by everything I hold holy and sacred,
I'ma make you my fans till you fucking hate it,
Yo wait bitch,I ain't pissed,my life's a bed of thorns minus the roses,
Full of hate,shit,so sick of these retards who suppose shit,
I spit flows bitch,but that ain't even the half of it,
I see the doors close quick,I ain't no comic or laughing wit,
As a little boy i was told I wouldn't amount to shit,
My scars were my toys and to learn math i counted hits,
Another scratch on the wall,just more blood in my eye,
Now my back's on the wall,I'm stuck in the mud and I try,
I'm like the Dixie chicks when they said they were ashamed of Bush,
Putting up with bitch weak shit,but ain't just another lame to push,
They say it isn't personal,but rap music just isn't good,
First I cursed these dulls,now i know it's not about being misunderstood,
It's about racism,it's about hypocrisy and a hatred of truth,
So I try face these men,do what I can to change it in booth,
But it ain't workin',it's like an attempt to be crushing a wall,
And my soul's hurtin',my face shows I'm bustin' my balls,

I'm sorry if I ain't enthused about the new style's out,
It's not that I'm fused,I ain't got much to smile about,
But I ain't cryin',rage gleams in my eye,
Yes I am trying,fulfil my dreams till I die,

I remember my dad with a bat,about to beat the fuck outta me,
I know it's sad and it's wack,so when I bust out these frees,
There's a certain intensity,don't be fooled by the surface,
But i'm now sensing me and my entire life is just worthless,
I'm hurt with so many things I can't define or pin-point,
But I'm hanging onto the link,connected by a thin joint,
I sit and I spin coins,in the dark in a straitjacket,
Never said i was homophobic but yes,I do hate faggots,
Talking of homos,my dad,he almost paralyzed my mom,
And I was so cold,but now my rhymes are strong,
Not obsessed with the past,but I'm not one to forgive and forget,
Thoughts expressed through this mask,if he looks in my eyes,he'll see his own death,
I make jokes,but the clown never smiles under his face,
I never fake chokes,my style is to never be dazed
, I stood up to my dad at age twelve,and with that spirit i took rap,
I left behind those day's hells,and my motto is to never look back.