An insight into my life by Bez

[bez]

I still got this shit,
Still got the poetry,
Oh you know its me,

I can be religious, I can be hard, but myself is best,
No scars line my face but its a test as I struggle for breath,
Whats next? in this life for Bez I'm to young to be dead,
I'll start a war of the worlds if ya forget, I'm a warrior,
Quick to tear heads from necks and scream I demand respect,
Murder foes with no regrets cos its 187 ain't no attempts,
Try to kill me but like Jesus I will continue to ressurect,
A knife in ya chest will lead 5-0 to the number one suspect,
Poetry I'll never neglect cos I'm the best to contest,
A step above the rest so you know I gotta be blessed,
I got friends to hang with, who love hangin wit Bez,
Got parents who love me and hug me when I'm depressed,
Proud of my college success and hopin it continues into my next,

Adventure, cos I got a place to venture for a further 3 years,
Got a feelin of excitement and nervousness, addin to fears,
But knowin I can become King of my peers makes me smile as time nears,
I see dudes in their fourties tired of their careers,
Then I think about my direction and its sweet music to my ears,
Because I'm just living to believe in my own belif,
Knowing I can pass uni and earn the highest degree's,
Everybody around me kinda agree's, minus a few jealous peeps,
But thats ok, cos I'm doin what I gotta do to remain from the streets,
And in three when I'm throwin hats into air, its mission complete,
Never lettin defeat overtake me, I got what it takes to be unique,
Ability to think and then speak, its a good technique,
The complete poet, you know it, I write lines in my sleep,
Steal my limelight, I'll make sure its the last time you speak,
COs too many peeps creep, thinking they sleek and slick,

Bez will drop a hit to rip ya bits to shreds if you trip,
So don't slip around me, try and clown me bitch,
I don't like fightin but try and go pound for pound wit this,
Without a sound your in the ground, you and your weak diss,
Blowin a kiss to your girlfriend like Excuse Me Miss,
When I walk in a club they all stand up like I was ludacris,
And I ain't new to this, so I play the mack stereotype,
But I'm really into cute girls cos you cant make a ho a housewife,
And I know what them ho's like, but I'm all about life,
Bitches so dirty you could catch an std off em twice,
Shits just not nice, I ain't into gettin drips,
So when you try to get wit this, think twice if you a bitch,
Don't approach me neither, cos I'll hit ya for six,
Only pretty girls run around my mind like the Olympics,
Who knows who Bez picks, but you best be a boo wit big lips,
Straight hair, nice eyes, white teeth, phat thighs and big tits,
If not, well you ain't gettin none of this here,
If you persist you gettin stuffed in a body bag and dropped off a pier,

See, I'm my own worst enemy, I sometimes contradict myself,
Wealth does nothin to remedy me, health can sit of the shelf,
I must protest in the card I've been dealt, this player will smoke yas,
You know the pain I've felt? to me you's are the pack of jokers,
Spendin years tryin to keep focused, but rap music got me twisted,
Wanna write for a living, but the pens giving me blisters,
Sin's got my head uplifted, and with the drop of a hat, splat,
I'll fall to my own fate, blood stained pavement, lying flat,
Every verse is a different insight into the mind of this life,
D&D will never keep me locked away, I'm a thief in the night,
A picture perfect fight for my rights to live my live how I like,
Cos when I'm ontop I'm staying there until death ends my plight,
At the sight of a skeleton hand reachin for mine, i'll stretch and hold,
Knowin its my time, the cycle is over, now Satan's son...BEHOLD!

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[Miss NWA Whoorider]

very nice bez

[bez]

Shit I'm upping this.