Ok first of all guys PLEASE post some raps here. Come on this is the 3rd post and they have all been me. This is a great section i don't want it to die! Anyway, if you saw the rap #2 i did, i have been working on the beat for the past week and i have it done. If you would like to see it, please say so because i am really nervous about posting it i dont know how to. How do i post it i dont really know that either. Here are the lyrics if you like it and want the mp3 say so:
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
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