RUNNER-UP.....rock keystyle

[k-i-d-rap]

RUNNER-UP



I lie awake...Tryna break free of the miles raced
Hidin` my face, dyin` to chase dreams that my pride can`t face
Though my, eyes can take more cries, I prefer smiles
But, tears are more shared over the years of a hurt child
But it`s worth while, when we judge who has the worst style
By... Pricey shoes, nice jewels... And the flyest car
But those, chrome 22's won`t fly you to Mars
And those, new Air Forces won`t hide all your scars
But that 40 oz. you bought might make you forget
The pain, and let you sleep without breakin` a sweat
You take your regrets, and turn `em into reasons to live
With a dead end job, worried about feedin` your kids
Make a wish, but you`ve learned that stars are just things
That exist for false hope and make it harder to dream
If I call you a bitch, then excuse me and pardon my speech
Call you a ho, it only means you helped garden my seeds
Call you my girl, truth is that you`re a grown woman
And without you I`d be here... All alone, nothin`
Stuck in this reality, without love and affection
Between a rock and a hard place, that I know as depression
And truth is, I`m too shy to be caught baggin` a dime
But broke pockets make me wanna start baggin` them dimes
Passin` my time, on this stoop, blowin` smoke in the wind
Racin` across this ocean of sin, and I`m hopin` to win
Reached the Purley Gates too late, I hope they let me in
When I die, maybe Barbie can find my next of kin
Spent most of my life on this side of the fence
Growin` around these rules and regulations I been tryin` to bend
And seen myself grow into a man, through my mothers eyes
Who always told me, grass was greener on the other side
But she lied, and those broken stones show no traces of pearls
But this picture I painted often helps me escape from the world
My secret hide away

[Sanford - V. President of the Dangerous Crew Movement]

damn.  that shit was pretty good dogg!  keep it up.