I hope that when times fell hand falls on me
I've left a mark with an artists pen for all to see
For you see, i've seen the land battle the seas
And i've watched while man trys his hand at chopping trees
I've seen diease, fires and floods spread as they please
There's more beasts in the streets
Than there was rats on the first fleet
Jesus- and teachers thought that i was being facetious
Most of these creatures care less about the world
Than they do their facial features you should believe this
It didn't take too long to teach us
-she used to sell sea shells by the sea shore
But the polar caps melted now the sand's no more
And you only care cause you can't tan no more
You think the worlds a lovely place cause its handled by the poor
You've never seen a bum, whats a pan handling who*e?
And sure, your dad used to get mad
Yell really loudly and smack you when you were bad
Too bad, man you need to look around you
What you call abuse was called dicipline in our youth
Im only telling you the truth- cause i know that it hurts you
I'm telling stories in the booth my fairytails submerge you
My words are heard with virtue
And i gain more confidence per view
It is not within my purview
To purge you of the dirt you
Verbally churn through
Ive learned to, ignore the time wasters
And watch them herd through the gates as
I quietly learned to appreciate
Music, art and love instead of hate
But wait, what am i talking about?
Get a loan, buy a car, get a mortgage and a house
And settle down- while you watch your friends travel around
Sounds like a good idea, work yourself into the ground
Nah cause one moment you're here then you're burried 6ft down
I've seen some crazy things in this town
Ive been frowned upon i've had to rebound its profound
My new found sound has been built up from the underground
And now i'm hounded by my friends to put new music out
I wonder if ill ever run out of things to write about
I ponder while i fly around
Im yonder gliding over houses
Watching out for my surroundings
Out of bounds now knock em out box knock em out rick
Ill knock em out while i rock the round a bout
Ill be foaming at the mouth
Trying to pout to get me out of things
Im louder then 10 drunk and roudy men
When i pick up my pad and pen
You can hear me from around the bend and round again
Ill rouse your friends
And if you care could you bare to clap your hands some more
And nod your heads id be glad to advance in my song
I dont care if it's wrong or right, see
I just have a lot of songs that need writing
Its one of the main things in life that excites me
Is it frightening that
At this stage ill be rapping deep into my 90's
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I've been through changes, the strangest things happen
When life is makeshift i just picked up the brush and painted the
Underrated hated, unappreciated, tales of victims and rapists
The ladies, anything i can tranlate from my brains onto pages
Baby, you can bet ill see you later