Fuck it(broke rapper verse)

I'm spitting with honour but craving to eat,
Just sit in the corner,I go insane on the beat,
It's so plain to speak,with the beat banging hard,
But the pain is too deep,and these damn things scar,
And we can't think far,but we see these kids on the street,
This kid's like a freak,wish that food shit was more cheap,
He's freakishly thin,ain't eaten for days,
Gets squeamish and spins,eyes fixed on the street in a gaze,
Same look of grief and of rage,we've seen it before,
It reeks of a plague and your dream is a whore,
She promises pussy and takes all that you've got,
Tells you "You can push weed!" but your plans fall and you're caught,
Or you study hard but ain't got money for college,
Rappers say "Fuck these bars!" and get funny with chronic,
They can't cut it without the connects they haven't even got,
Lose hope and fuck it,nobody checks for talent,just floss,
Ain't no work unless you got contacts,life is a bitch,
Wanna put a bet on that?I bet you ain't surviving this shit,
So sick of the smoke and the lies,give me some cause or some bread,
What use is keeping hope alive when I'm already dead?
That faggot shit sure sounds nice in a rhyme,
But I see mice in the shrine,virtue's lost,only vice in my mind.

Don't love me


Don't love me, hate me,despise me,leave me alone,
Don't touch me or take me,just leave me at home,
All I feel is the dome,i'm numb,I feel I'm dead,
So I deal with and hone,but I'm stunned,no feelings in head.

They said i was a difficult child,raising difficulties,
Like,"Look at this kid he sulks right?",adults tried to kick and sculpt me,
But no beating or abuse could make up for any of it,
I feel what's the use,I now rap what not many would spit,
But many would fit me into a category so I changed that,
Not a fucked up kid,me,think you had the story but i took the game back,
It's not the same facts,we all had tough times right?
If I could take the frame back,through these buzzed rhymes write,
Could I stop my father,maybe teach my mother what's right?
I'm lost,I'd rather be crazy,see I smother all life,
A brother's all right,atleast that's what he tells the people,
He suffers all night,the beast inside make the terrors of hell so feeble,
He felt the steeple he stands on matters more than the pain inside,
Who'll cry when this man's gone?This rapper flows,but it's insane,he flys,
Only to fall so hard,but can never show pain,
The man you call a bard,but trapped on his own soul train,
Can't control game,the clown uses make up and jokes,
To try and not expose pain,while the junkie takes up on dope.

Don't love me, hate me,despise me,leave me alone,
Don't touch me or take me,just leave me at home,
All I feel is the dome,i'm numb,I feel I'm dead,
So I deal with and hone,but I'm stunned,no feelings in head.

I don't know love but hate is what I've always lived with,
It seems so fucked but wait,you can go ahead and call this shit sick,
But the known devil is better than the unknown Lord they say,
So on no level or weather can I even try and stall their play,
This is my role and I play it par excellence,
Even when spiiting my soul admits what this bar confesses hence,
I don't mess with sense,this is not a logical thing,
All The stress this kid vents,u know I'm lost in the swing,
All i got is this thing,you call it music,
But it's the cost of the ring,you see all this new shit?
I'm married to the rhyme,'coz rhythm saved my life,
All i carry in my mind,every thing I braved I write,
I pretend it's ok so people won't show fake concern,
Go to my friends?Shit,no way!All the shit I take I learn,
In the hate I burn,maybe even reject the lil' love i get,
The bitterness I never waste,I earn,till I cease to even love myself,
All that exists is the fact of who I am,nobody cares but me,
What I spit in the raps,try understand,this is a rare bust,see,
I never say this aloud,and there's a reason for that,
Not 'coz A-List is proud,but 'coz i may laugh but inside I'm bleeding in fact.

Don't love me, hate me,despise me,leave me alone,
Don't touch me or take me,just leave me at home,
All I feel is the dome,i'm numb,I feel I'm dead,
So I deal with and hone,but I'm stunned,no feelings in head.

Ok Mr. Therapist,should I lie down on the couch and speak?
I bet you never miss,you can tell me just what my mouth will speak,
"Well son,let me see,your father abused you and you were mentally disturbed,
But when hell's done,you grow larger,you do hip hop,try and vent what you heard,
Have issues with love,higher comfort level with hate,
So as you spit through the thugs,more hatred than even the devil could take,
"WRONG!Mr. Doctor,I'm not a textbook case you study,
I'm strong,I opt for the next look,you're fazed,you're cruddy,
Now got a knife on your neck,how about a second opinion man?
Lived my whole life for espect,now I done wrecked a million plans,
I'm not suicidal,I just wonder if death is easy,
Hey what if i pull this rifle?Bet you never ever felt this queasy!
"But son,relax,we can sit down and talk it out!"
Don't be dumb,I'm taxed,there's nothing to talk about!
So give me a pill and I'm out of this shit!
I spit free,I'm ill,don't make me shout at this bitch!
"But son,there's nobody there!We're the only ones!"
I'm just stunned,nobody cares!She won't leave me alone,she comes!
"But who is she?Would you like some water,have you ate?"
Shut the fuck up!Can't you see she's the daughter of all the hate,
She's come to take me,but I will get you bitch!
That's what the downside of hate be,it just won't let you live.

Real Fucking Story


A real fucking story,this ain't no fictional tale,
When your soul's rushing slowly,and the visions is pale,
The friction,it sails,sets you on fire,you burn,
The water's right next to you but you too tired to turn,

So when you too tired to turn,you just lay in your rest,
Thoughts lay in your chest,the eyes is sayin' the rest,
And prayin' is best,but who do you pray to?
Pray to be blessed and you pray he'll save you,
Like the lil'boy who used to play with the toys,
Now he don't play no more,and he shakes in his voice,
Ever since he met the candy man,just a matter of candy damn,
But can he plan how to stand,he can't,
Not after what happened to him that day he'll never forget,
What's been happening since,he wakes up in sweat,
Middle of night,screams of silence echo in head,
This riddle of life,the day he lets go,he's dead,
But it's like a bunch of thorns he's holding hard,
Feels like the crunch is gone but his soul is scarred,
That man touched him,would anyone even try and understand?
But his mom wants to wish it away and dad's too busy being a fucking man.

A real fucking story,this ain't no fictional tale,
When your soul's rushing slowly,and the visions is pale,
The friction,it sails,sets you on fire,you burn,
The water's right next to you but you too tired to turn,

She's a girl.Or is she?She doesn't know anymore,
Her eyes are misty and all she knows is the hole,
The hollow empty space where her soul used to be,
The pain looks at her face,says,you'll get used to me,
I'm part of you now,I'm not going away,
It's so dark in the grounds,all she knows is the taste,
Of pure bitterness, hurt,strife and misery,
Every moment hits her chest,last night she didn't sleep,
To keep the dreams away,she clutches her hands,
All that she's seen,she prays as much as she can,
It's not her reflection in the mirror she sees,
It's the pain and depression,she gets thinner it seems,
As if something's eating her inside,she suffers in silence,
The world's defeating her cries,even the chuckles is violent,'
Coz she cries when she laughs and she dies when she cries,
Soul dies in her gasps although it tries to survive,
When she looks at the mirror,the mirror looks back,
As if asking her how the fuck she took that?
But did she take it ot did it take her,
Is this God's way of sayin' he hates her?
Now her faith stirs,she's tryin' hard to keep it alive,
But how the fuck she gon' do that when she still sees him at night?

A real fucking story,this ain't no fictional tale,
When your soul's rushing slowly,and the visions is pale,
The friction,it sails,sets you on fire,you burn,
The water's right next to you but you too tired to turn,

You want to turn away,not deal with this,understand,
Pretend this don't happen 'coz you feel it just can't,
As a man or a woman,you can't figure or comprehend,
Like "I can't help you,I'm not that strong a friend",
But one must be stronger than all those who think they're stronger men,
Or women as the case may be,I didn't write this song with pen,
Wrote it with pain,wrote it with blood,wrote it with soul,
Wrote it with what you cope with,wrote it with mould,
Like fungus that is formed and grows on the surface,
We'd be dumb fucks if we didn't try to grow,let it hurt less,
Try deal with shit, fight what we have to fight united as one,
If you feelin' sick,who knows,maybe that might just be done,
Which is needed,or maybe not,maybe a fraction,
We all have something and still we do lack some,
And that is the catch son,it's so fuckin' apparent,
Maybe it's time to stop being a guardian and start bein' a parent,
On that note the song is ended with a hope for relevance,
Through all the smoke,the remanence,of what they never sensed,
And that is the force,the power you must pray to,
'Coz it's you yourself and nobody else that can fucking save you.