Rap #2

Just another day starin out my window
My mind starts to swirl like a tornado
The things i see will drive you crazy
Like the lady who begs to feed her baby
She sees better days, thats a maybe
Cause This place is unsure
Thinking of tomorrow is like torture
The way we live makes you hard to the core
One nigga buys a gun, we all want more
I try to fight it but im fighting 'til my arms are sore
I don't even know why im fighting anymore
I thought by now i would be at heavens door
Or dancing with devil down below
Im slowly losin my friends
That said they'd be there 'til the end
It seems like reality is startin to bend
But this ain't no fairytale
Im surprised im not shot
Or in jail
Theres more blacks in the pen
With a bag of weed and a bottle of hen
Then the blacks who finished, their education
But im sure we have a better fate though
But that I can't promise, cause i don't know

Guys post your raps im the only one who posted in raps and in battle lounge but hopes this inspires you

"Im surprised im not shot
Or in jail
Theres more blacks in the pen
With a bag of weed and a bottle of hen"

Are these things relevant to you? Or do you just use them as a part of the themes?

I'm sorry, I can't post anything by myself. Used to write poetry many years ago, but haven't got those papers any more.
I write haiku sometimes, but not in english...

Keep it up! I am sure someone will post their lyrics sooner or later

Kind of but they aren't as bad as most rappers out there. I mean where i lived in fairfax most kids smoked weed and some even drank beer. I've been in trouble with the police a lot and when me and my friends cause trouble everyone calls the police on us.

Oh yea and im black lol