Boxing!

[bez]

Got a belt across the face but I will not buckle,
Cos I know drink an drugs equals nothing but trouble,
Street royal rumbles between street scrappers aint pretty,
But every youth in this city is living a life thats gritty,
Grimy to the core but we dont know what we battling for,
World wars of drugged up drunks, we acting all raw,
Heads meeting floors, but thats another incident,
Folks dont believe that what happened was an accident,
I shouldnt really have it, but what can I do?,
So I simply display to you the life of another troubled youth,
And this aint no spoof, everything thats spit is fact,
I aint never held a gun, shot, slashed or stabbed,
But I have physically attacked and I aint even proud,
I ask God to forgive me for my mistakes as I pray aloud,
Hopin my sound travels through the sky and meets his ears,
So he can forgive my sins and ease all my fears,
Cos for many years I've tried to stay outter fightin,
Keep my mind on typing up all the stories I'm writin,
But its frightenin how I can just suddenly flip,
And swing to your ribs and then bloody your lip,
An I ain't one to trip, I really dont like that guy,
So when I pray, I'll cry and I'll ask God why,
Why cant I just be a kid that can live without boxing,
Acting all hard like I'm not somebody peeps dont wanna be crossing,
Its disgusting, I'm disgusted in myself these days,
Though all these violent ways was just a phase but its a craze,
A maze that I seem to be stuck in, unbreakable,
What I spit is the truth, take it as you like, but its unfakeable,

[Je$ter]

Got a belt across the face but I will not buckle,
Cos I know drink an drugs equals nothing but trouble,
Street royal rumbles between street scrappers aint pretty,
But every youth in this city is living a life thats gritty,
Grimy to the core but we dont know what we battling for,
World wars of drugged up drunks, we acting all raw,
Heads meeting floors, but thats another incident,
Folks dont believe that what happened was an accident,
I shouldnt really have it, but what can I do?,
So I simply display to you the life of another troubled youth,
And this aint no spoof, everything thats spit is fact,
I aint never held a gun, shot, slashed or stabbed,
But I have physically attacked and I aint even proud,
I ask God to forgive me for my mistakes as I pray aloud,
Hopin my sound travels through the sky and meets his ears,
So he can forgive my sins and ease all my fears,
Cos for many years I've tried to stay outter fightin,
Keep my mind on typing up all the stories I'm writin,
But its frightenin how I can just suddenly flip,
And swing to your ribs and then bloody your lip,
An I ain't one to trip, I really dont like that guy,
So when I pray, I'll cry and I'll ask God why,
Why cant I just be a kid that can live without boxing,
Acting all hard like I'm not somebody peeps dont wanna be crossing,
Its disgusting, I'm disgusted in myself these days,
Though all these violent ways was just a phase but its a craze,
A maze that I seem to be stuck in, unbreakable,
What I spit is the truth, take it as you like, but its unfakeable,

We have soemthing in common we're both a rebel
But i'm sitting on a differant level
If im fucked with, a head'l
connect with soemthign else
But i dont ever regret it,
Cuz people dont fuck with me as much, they expect it
They know its gonna come
So they just dont get that dumb
But I dont have as big a list of challangers waiting to come
I dont live in a city, just a small town thoguh its still the slums
The crime rate is damn near nil, but we still got the crack-heads stoners and bums
And a few groups of preps
But its the real people, the so called "skids" and them "punk kids" that i'm here to rep
It's MY town, i've fought for it so many times, people know where and where not to step
But it is true, it doesnt feel like violence should be part of my nature
But I'm a natural hater
And to hate you have to have anger
And anger is one of the gr8est sins
It drives us to places that we've all bin'
A place that we never want to go agin'
Cuz when we coem back, our chest feels hollow like tin'
We're changed
and we're never going back to the way we were again...

[T.J.]

bez that was good shit, liked the flow, liked what u were spittin about.

Cos for many years I've tried to stay outter fightin,
Keep my mind on typing up all the stories I'm writin,
But its frightenin how I can just suddenly flip,
And swing to your ribs and then bloody your lip,

haha liked these lines..
peace