Rapping In My Head.

She say she love when I sing
But I'm a rapper first
She say she love the raps too
Want me to spit a verse
She ask me why I always rap about
How much I hurt
I say if I can monetize this pain
Then the hurt is reversed
Well not exactly but that's a whole Other Conversation
Been through so much that I think I Deserve Some compensation
See in this life it be people that block Ya Concentration
But when you realize what's real
No time for constant faking
A couple women I trusted
But then it back fired
Tried to make it work
Caught my second wind then was Back tired
You ever fire somebody but they still Act hired
No ride or die cause it's dead
All flat tires
I need a time machine
I have seen
So many things
And women they really be
On some other
Life's a mother
I wish I could find another
Way up out this crazy struggle
Meanwhile I just gotta hustle
What don't kill you builds more Muscle
Now you see me moving in a different lane
On the road to riches
Quick stop ER cause I'm sick of pain
Speak into existence my success be optimistic
But it's still hard to live Wit and deal wit all
Of this constant change
But still repetitive
You need a sedative
Look at the evidence
It's so conclusive
You've been reduced to a loser
Bright future seem so elusive
Yo pockets should be resputia
You fell in love wit madusa
She try
Leaving you frozen stone
She stone cold
You wasn't pose to love these hoes
You broke the code

Now I'm searching thru bible verses
Everything for a reason
But sometimes I feel Uncertain
Look I ain't perfect
I know I made mistakes
But if that is what makes me great
Then I guess a little pain won't hurt Me
But still I'm hurting
They say it's better when preparation Meets Opportunity
So this scrutiny
Coming from you to me
Is not new to me
Look if you could see
Pass all the women cars and jewelry
Then all this foolery
Wouldn't be so easily hidden
See I aim wit precision
We not the same wit commitment
So please don't ever cross the king
That's a dangerous decision
Cause my angles is different
To obtain is the mission
Obtaining a peace of mind
Is worth more in this game than Riches
I'm so sick of the liers
When they act like they riders
Until it's time to get out
And start changing the tires
But ain't no time to spare
I'm sitting here
Just tryna find the time to care
But I don't care



Credits
Writer(s): Kavius Haley
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