Author Topic: Sublime. (Read 156 times)

bez · « **on:** August 09, 2004, 01:13:26 PM »

My plan was nothin just to make it hip hoppin,
But countless hours I spent beat boxin vanished like the body in a coffin,
When its burned to a crisp, but I ain't stoppin,
At least until I'm made some money out this shit I'm droppin,
Hopin them hours will turn into time well used,
Cos when Bez meets death he wants his life of success displayed on the news,
Worldwide tears will flow cos nobody knows where the talented youth go,
Our image already damaged from old folk who put us down when we got plenty to show,
Feel abused, black and bruised is there any chance for us youths?,
Your a nobody these days if you don't hang round the streets in crews,
And cruise, in your new car, smoking reefa till your zoned,
It ain't my life, I'll concentrate on my talent cos God knows my road,
Since I was concieved I've lived to breath to believe in the path I chose,
Got the ability to put my own thoughts into descriptive poems and flows,
Nose always red like a rose but maybe thats my price for my path,
You never know it could clear up the day I'm asked for my first autograph,
But I'm currently contimplating my life in a gigantic way,
Discrimination against a nation of youth is determind to keep me away, but hey,
I'm gunna keep persivering, keep up the pressure,
Cos the nearer I get to heaven while I'm on Earth the better,
Will they crush my spirit? never!, I'm here till my time,
A life of shit I'll endevour cos maybe when I die my rhymes will come alive,
Sublime!