Think To Care
Nobody anymore really thinks to care Hello.
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Nobody anymore really thinks to care Hello.
I grew a conscience and developed a habit. Confusion breeds paranoia arguing with the rabbits. Breeding with self when they can't get it. Expanding societies with too many cracks to fix.
This is just part of a rap I wrote so ya tell me what u guys think please I'd love feedback Now I'm thinking I got on her bandwagon to late To bad she wants all her love on a gold plate People...
Just a kid living in the hood putting on a front misunderstood you think your hard you think your tough most of your life you've had it rough in with the wrong crowd owning the streets being...
A tramp that slept in a skip, Was just off for his evening kip, But in his spot, Something had got, A fish tank with a big old chip.
Graffiti and hot brick Frame you confidently. They know you are art... A masterstroke in umber As you read on the windowsill.
Oh take me home, I'm lost inside my head, Wishes that I promised I had locked away and said "oh no, I've taken everything that ever was apart" To ease with graceful step into your heart.
And the living Is easy, Fish are jumping, And we're all getting high. Your daddy's rich, And your mamma is good looking, So let's have a barbie tomorrow and make sure the chicken is cooked thoroughly.
Dream- 3LM0 HOOK: Into the night, I will make it so bright. Ima show you the world. While your still on my mind. As we dream on and on. Our love will ne-ver be torn. So come view it with me.
#nightdwellers I am a nightdweller, But it's light now and I'm lying in my bed, My head hurts as the alka seltzer slowly kicks in, And I start to remember what I said.
Hi, 123, I've had a night, 123, Is it an obsession, Or was she polish. Mascara, lips and fake nail polish. Dark eyes and a brooding smile, I loved her look, But just from afar. Intrigue fills me.
There must be something in the way you call. Cause I dont wanna have to feel at all. I've tripped before and I've fallen before but numbness is a just a broken seal.
**Freestyle at 10am. I'm pretty sure most guys and girls can relate.
#cheesebattle Really Lee. A BMX. We all know that's lies. I just spied him in your cheesy lair Being force-fed mince pies.
Scary as it may well seem Out on the streets so mean Where Tupac and Biggie screamed Living in a gangsters fake dream Don't tell me you have no hope Popping pills and smoking dope Pulling girls with...
It's like I want u in the worst way. And I pry won't it make thru our 1st date. 1st kiss yea it gotta come quik. Getting high off ur body mix that wit this 5th. Of love potion number 9 in my system.
Summer nights, passing city sights. Under dim moonlight, couples fight. Scar your skin, with my love bites. Argyll street, where we'd meet. On my lap, rest your feet. Dancing rings around me standing.
I'm a pebble in the centre of the earth for all to see. I put on my mask before I wake and be the man that I'm supposed to be.
And so night approaches. Darkness encroaches. My thoughts take a sinister turn. This old dog will never learn. Going underground. Somewhere never found. Society gets what society wants.
The air is slow and close The usual cool evening blush is heavy. (Further weights upon our shoulders). The peal of bells- Wedding, at this hour- Or maybe marking of that, I am not sure.
I see it clearly like its written on the walls I make it hard 4 u 2 not b appalled U analyze my lines hoping not 2 find the flaws Or y I stay surrounded by so many loose broads I swear they love me,...
I cld get it from other dealers but I'm loyal Ounces, grams ,fruits of my soil Call her Lady Heroine, met her while up n maryland Niggas b jonsing 4 her, swear there aint no comparison Her head game...
Daisy at the door Of the high rise flats: Surviving, it seems, On air and concrete. Tender beauty Made of impossible tenacity Surviving in the fag-ends, Glass and johnnies.
#nightdwellers Gather round my darkling dears The dayliers are sleeping The candle flickers at the wick Outside the drizzle's weeping For them, the gales blow fitful dreams And creaking...