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Sitting in the Park (my anti-drug)
The sun come out the dark & the clouds departing,
Got a proud heart when I go 2 the crowded park &,
I can't doubt the plant sprouts in our garden,
Starting some unity in the community,
Among U & me, roses growing out the street,
Aint choking cause of weed, they open up 2 reach,
The sun that shines the concrete, my mind want peace,
Want 2 leave mom's *****ing cause I'm with them thugs,
Who wishing & itching 2 be rich in dubs,
With them kitchen drugs, I'm out, hearing a pidgeon cluck,
My ears be in love with the sounds thats diverse,
I rhyme a profound rap verse, birds chirp the refrain,
While words blurt out the brain, searched 4 girls in vain,
Til they heard my name, now ladies flirt with me,
Maybe they heard of me when I gave concerts 4 free,
Spitting love songs be getting a thug jawns.
Like graffiti, U see me all in the blighty slum,
Sitting on the bench all day like a bum,
Getting drenched by rays of light from the sun,
Mad since I peep the young with bones 4 sale,
& a girl with a pony-tail who love 2 blush,
Aint get in trouble much, playing double dutch,
It pays 2 double a dutch with oregano,
So they gain more, weedheads don't know what they paying 4,
Fiend 2 be hazing more, boy asking me,
4 crack & E, hash & weed, grass & trees,
But not the park kind, he fiend to spark dimes,
Hopes I'm selling but I tell him, "**** L's &,
Trees, don't act like U need the weed, U need 2 breathe,
Posters say make Mumia free but U seem 2 me,
2 not realize that U be free,
Open your eyes & see that U got better days past the haze.
If U owe the trick ***** or U blow the brick fix,
Need quick hits cause U know the big risk,
Then don't creep, peep the Jahovah's Witness,
With this pamphlet that say God planned ****,
But the sinners I am with manage but damn this,
World of buildings & concrete, the children want peace,
Not roaches on the grass, boys know coke is quick cash,
So they carry bags with girls playing Miss Mary Mack,
In this air be rap, basslines from hoopties,
Boy's minds be on thick cuties with big booties,
All day & night, I peep a couple who play fight,
But he aint dig her yet, an old nigga I met,
Asks for a ciggarete, need liquor next,
2 fix the stress, know he hit the edge,
Drinking from a bag, talking about women he bagged,
Breath stinking but he brag, I left him thinking back,
In the past cause the future is hopeless,
U lose your focus when U smoke roaches,
& broke is what we learn 2 be,
From here 2 eternity.
Road Less Travelled
U with college boys, good U getting knowledge cause,
The hood be getting demolished with boys,
Popping with glocks & ****, U need to drop with,
The street logic 2 get boys 2 leave projects,
But they believe they got **** in they pockets,
Holding empty wallets hostage in they jeans,
Got day dreams of creme off weight beams & they fiend,
2 chill with cannibis 2 light, dealers slang this white,
Heads fill the grams in pipes, I said damn this blight,
Want the campus life, boys paying 4 crack & white,
Saying U acting white, U need an apology,
They don't know how crucial college be,
You'll pull knowledge free from under them,
Leave them wondering how 2 get dollars & whips,
With a scholarship 2 Yale & Princeton,
& not get dollars stripped in jail or prison,
Remember 2 holler with a drop when U,
The white collar scholar hit the block.
In the projects, I'm rapping while U unravel,
Knowledge like Adam who stole the apple,
Took the road less travelled, now U run that,
Come back & we'll have a Bar B Q, Black,
See U back, feeling the beats, chilling with peeps,
Still in the streets where the youth get arrested,
Saw that girl U used to mess with, got news,
She got tested positive 4 pregnancy,
Your ex been free, opening her legs & she,
Be sexing 4 free, she staying on the block,
Saying U the pops, but no one believe her,
Boys just leave her after they skeez her, her knees hurt,
Getting down like she in church, but U don't love her still,
Yo your brother deal, he a thug on the block,
With E a dub a pop, he in love with glocks,
Always holding them, U should start scolding him,
Opening his mind 2 find the key 2 the door,
Before he need more bail from prison,
Tell males, come listen so they can go,
2 Yale and Princeton.
what you think?
thanks
The sun come out the dark & the clouds departing,
Got a proud heart when I go 2 the crowded park &,
I can't doubt the plant sprouts in our garden,
Starting some unity in the community,
Among U & me, roses growing out the street,
Aint choking cause of weed, they open up 2 reach,
The sun that shines the concrete, my mind want peace,
Want 2 leave mom's *****ing cause I'm with them thugs,
Who wishing & itching 2 be rich in dubs,
With them kitchen drugs, I'm out, hearing a pidgeon cluck,
My ears be in love with the sounds thats diverse,
I rhyme a profound rap verse, birds chirp the refrain,
While words blurt out the brain, searched 4 girls in vain,
Til they heard my name, now ladies flirt with me,
Maybe they heard of me when I gave concerts 4 free,
Spitting love songs be getting a thug jawns.
Like graffiti, U see me all in the blighty slum,
Sitting on the bench all day like a bum,
Getting drenched by rays of light from the sun,
Mad since I peep the young with bones 4 sale,
& a girl with a pony-tail who love 2 blush,
Aint get in trouble much, playing double dutch,
It pays 2 double a dutch with oregano,
So they gain more, weedheads don't know what they paying 4,
Fiend 2 be hazing more, boy asking me,
4 crack & E, hash & weed, grass & trees,
But not the park kind, he fiend to spark dimes,
Hopes I'm selling but I tell him, "**** L's &,
Trees, don't act like U need the weed, U need 2 breathe,
Posters say make Mumia free but U seem 2 me,
2 not realize that U be free,
Open your eyes & see that U got better days past the haze.
If U owe the trick ***** or U blow the brick fix,
Need quick hits cause U know the big risk,
Then don't creep, peep the Jahovah's Witness,
With this pamphlet that say God planned ****,
But the sinners I am with manage but damn this,
World of buildings & concrete, the children want peace,
Not roaches on the grass, boys know coke is quick cash,
So they carry bags with girls playing Miss Mary Mack,
In this air be rap, basslines from hoopties,
Boy's minds be on thick cuties with big booties,
All day & night, I peep a couple who play fight,
But he aint dig her yet, an old nigga I met,
Asks for a ciggarete, need liquor next,
2 fix the stress, know he hit the edge,
Drinking from a bag, talking about women he bagged,
Breath stinking but he brag, I left him thinking back,
In the past cause the future is hopeless,
U lose your focus when U smoke roaches,
& broke is what we learn 2 be,
From here 2 eternity.
Road Less Travelled
U with college boys, good U getting knowledge cause,
The hood be getting demolished with boys,
Popping with glocks & ****, U need to drop with,
The street logic 2 get boys 2 leave projects,
But they believe they got **** in they pockets,
Holding empty wallets hostage in they jeans,
Got day dreams of creme off weight beams & they fiend,
2 chill with cannibis 2 light, dealers slang this white,
Heads fill the grams in pipes, I said damn this blight,
Want the campus life, boys paying 4 crack & white,
Saying U acting white, U need an apology,
They don't know how crucial college be,
You'll pull knowledge free from under them,
Leave them wondering how 2 get dollars & whips,
With a scholarship 2 Yale & Princeton,
& not get dollars stripped in jail or prison,
Remember 2 holler with a drop when U,
The white collar scholar hit the block.
In the projects, I'm rapping while U unravel,
Knowledge like Adam who stole the apple,
Took the road less travelled, now U run that,
Come back & we'll have a Bar B Q, Black,
See U back, feeling the beats, chilling with peeps,
Still in the streets where the youth get arrested,
Saw that girl U used to mess with, got news,
She got tested positive 4 pregnancy,
Your ex been free, opening her legs & she,
Be sexing 4 free, she staying on the block,
Saying U the pops, but no one believe her,
Boys just leave her after they skeez her, her knees hurt,
Getting down like she in church, but U don't love her still,
Yo your brother deal, he a thug on the block,
With E a dub a pop, he in love with glocks,
Always holding them, U should start scolding him,
Opening his mind 2 find the key 2 the door,
Before he need more bail from prison,
Tell males, come listen so they can go,
2 Yale and Princeton.
what you think?
thanks
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