Gone in 25 seconds by Bez

Nowdays people see red and go all evil,
Desiteful, got no clue how to treat you,
Wish upon a star that 1 day you'll make it,
Make millions and have many celebraties naked,
Cos these days got people actin mindless,
World being taken over by sheer and utter blindness,
Arguements are settled by the trigger not the mind,
Like a snake I sliver and bite from behind,
Cos shits not right, people use fists to fight,
Instead of having the mite to use brain cells,
People end up rottin in prison cells,
Cos it gets hot in hells kitchen,
When the record keep keeps switchen,
And you got no clue what to cook cos the wife keeps bitchin,
Tryin to do good and bring the kids up successful,
But its hard when you people who just wont let you,
Tryin to run the block duckin from cops,
Like a mafia boss collectin the do from shops,
Steppin on turf that belongs to a rival gang,
Verbal abuse is shouted every word is slang,
I feel I've been sent to try and teach lessons,
But I can't, when I'm gone in 25 seconds,

(Chorus) I hate where I stay, Wanna get away,
Can't wait til the day when I can escape,
I'm runnin a race to leave cos its a dam right discrace,
Gimmie 25 seconds and I'm outter this place,

Seein friends gettin locked up key being tossed away,
25 years never again will they see the light of day,
Walkin the streets seein nothing but R.I.P,
Sprayed at the site of a murder inquirery,
People loosin brothers, mothers breakin into tears,
Drug dealers, con artists around here are careers,
Knifes being brandished at any given time,
Around here people get by, by relying on crime,
Money aint flowin so people aint leavin,
Still findin ways to get by schemin,
I ain't no angel but I aint no demon,
Nobody got an idea of what I'm feelin,
I'm by the book, tryin to do things legal,
Got a job sellin fruit but its like climbin a steeple,
Getting no where fast hope this spell will pass,
Cos at this rate I'm never gunna last,
Trippin over bodies lyin in alleys,
Stacked up as high as mountains entraped in valleys,
Blood, murder, cold hard killin,
Homicidal thoughts that just aint fufillin,
It aint me to be something that am just not,
My plot will be to take the whole lot,
And get out this place, because the taste is sour,
And I will do everything thats in my power,
To rise above the rest, leave this nest,
Cos I'm sick of this place that I have grown to call home,
25 seconds on my own, when you turn around I'll be gone,

(Chorus) I hate where I stay, Wanna get away,
Can't wait til the day when I can escape,
I'm runnin a race to leave cos its a dam right discrace,
Gimmie 25 seconds and I'm outter this place,

I need proof that the truth will keep me sane,
Gotta escape this place cos I got knowledge in my brain,
Say my name? And I'll say yours back,
I might even stick it on an album track,
Cos I believe you can achieve many things you can suceed,
Without the help of alcohol, trouble and weed,
Stick to yourself just don't damage your health,
You should get payed back when you reach wealth,
Thats what I hope lys in store for me,
Stick to writin and make it big maybe,
Cos I'm sick of the area, got me screamin like a banshee,
Seein bullets flying past me like menace to society,
So I gotta get out, before I end up in a casket,
Or even worse my head placed neatly in a basket,
So as I carry my cross I only know death beckons,
I hope that I'm gone in 25 seconds,
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Gone!

Yeah.. tight.. I liked the subject n all.. Always orgional from u bez..

Considering ppl have started to reply to my rhymes a bit more I have brough this old 1 back up.

felt it, not really into dat poetry shit but it was tight

nice piece

8/10

felt it, not really into dat poetry shit but it was tight

nice piece

8/10

What poetry, dont u make your rhymes rhyme?