Author Topic: Hip Hops Children...:Elevation (Read 281 times)

|JEM|ILL| · « **on:** April 22, 2003, 04:05:02 PM »

Elevation in this means to things, gettin better and growin up...This is one in a 5 volume series...

Yea Yea...

Born one day bobin my head to my internal~beats..
Spit around the clock, and watched the terminal~feats..
Gang fights day by day. Guns run the world that I now..
Aimed my flow then put aside my foes...
And when the heat rose, I just kept on speaking~up..
Was left at school leakin-blood, but tryna be ill kept me keepin-up...
Beat to fetal~positions, livin in evil~conditions...talk about a hard-knock-life..
Hard~thoughts-I-write. and given more reason to do lethal-writtens...
Life was harder then anyones lyric wrote...High hopes...
Just bobin my head now and spittin since that fateful-day,
It was stated grey, clouds fillin the air in such a hateful-way,
Used to be all the same.. but this day I was tired of it...
Tired of writin-it...i tryed fightin-it...but aint no way i was stoppin-it...
Cant erase-it... blood on the floor...cant go back and start moppin-it
I best face-it
Hard-times...only last with hard-rhymes...
Hard-kinds... live through hard-times in they hard-lives...
Arked-mind bended and blistered he tackled me from behind
Bullets I shot out tore threw his skin sprayin him across the ground where he fell,
now i live in this lonely-cell...my on lonely-hell...Still spittin, even doin writtens...
Keep on keepin on, no more crack seepin my veins... Im cleanin...
Only tool i need is the pen that explodes after every line
Dispite my mind is normally unconcious when i rhyme...
No autographs to sign.. no bentley to ride..and still dreamin...
Thaz my life~