I'm not dead (yet)
Getting back into the rap writing. Slowed down my flow this time and focused more on story-telling. I call this one "Take A Life". Might revisit it later and add another verse or two and a hook.
Eleven-fifty-somethin, bumpin'
Bone and Biggie in my headset
Down the sidewalk. Nonchalantly
Unaware that I'm a regret
Meeting this sucka in the hoodie
Walkin' up to me through the fog
With my hand on my hilt through my pocket
I asked him what's up, dawg?
But homie wasn't havin' that
The busta tried pull a jack
Move on the Wolf
Without so much as a strap
Needless to say, he laid splayed
On the pave after one taste
Of my blade. I stood dazed
As the curb done turned a rusty shade
Of red. My head spinnin',
I'm panicked, hear sirens soundin'
Poundin' pavement. I'm runnin',
They cut me off from all sides, surroundin'
Thrown to the ground and
No pretendin', I surrender as they bust me
When I look back it disgusts me
How I ain't resist, just let them cuff me
Damn, y'all. It's criminal
I'm gettin' brought up on charges
It's manslaughter regardless
Of the fact that Wolf-Bone didn't start it
Long story short,
I'm in court. And the jury hates
Some long hair havin' white trash,
So they told me fuck your ass
For twenty-five years. Hundreds of tears
And one year later, it's killin' my soul
Worsened by the fact
That I need nine more to get parole
A different victim, fresh new blade
Either way, I'm goin' free tonight
Give me liberty through death
I'm takin' my 25 to life
Eleven-fifty-somethin, bumpin'
Bone and Biggie in my headset
Down the sidewalk. Nonchalantly
Unaware that I'm a regret
Meeting this sucka in the hoodie
Walkin' up to me through the fog
With my hand on my hilt through my pocket
I asked him what's up, dawg?
But homie wasn't havin' that
The busta tried pull a jack
Move on the Wolf
Without so much as a strap
Needless to say, he laid splayed
On the pave after one taste
Of my blade. I stood dazed
As the curb done turned a rusty shade
Of red. My head spinnin',
I'm panicked, hear sirens soundin'
Poundin' pavement. I'm runnin',
They cut me off from all sides, surroundin'
Thrown to the ground and
No pretendin', I surrender as they bust me
When I look back it disgusts me
How I ain't resist, just let them cuff me
Damn, y'all. It's criminal
I'm gettin' brought up on charges
It's manslaughter regardless
Of the fact that Wolf-Bone didn't start it
Long story short,
I'm in court. And the jury hates
Some long hair havin' white trash,
So they told me fuck your ass
For twenty-five years. Hundreds of tears
And one year later, it's killin' my soul
Worsened by the fact
That I need nine more to get parole
A different victim, fresh new blade
Either way, I'm goin' free tonight
Give me liberty through death
I'm takin' my 25 to life