Rap Bully

The wounds ain't
Self afflicted
A nigga hurt
But never cared
Bout prescriptions
I only care
Bout the mission
I've always carried
My words
And people called
It prolific
But those same people
Wont listen
So that why
I do not give a shit

People won't play me
But they would rather
Play ignorance
So I
Spiritual Miracle tracks
To make more
Than dividends
Evidence of the effort
Always displayed
By the pressure
Practicing murder
I'm Something Unheard Of
Strange kinda fella

So I taught myself
To rap as such
Words like water
Flow through mental
Aqueducts
Drowning any rapper
Who be acting up
Live my life in silence
Real quiet
I'm a passive fuck
Until I realized
That all these rappers suck

Thinking like
Yo this shit shit wack
They all sound the same
How can they be profiting
So much
When all this shit
Is lame
If I were to make music
I'd be different
Try to make a change
Matter of fact
Fuck the bullshit
I'm boutta make a name
Something New

Someone who cares
About the craft
I bleed and sweat
On a track
So it rise
To rap it live
And hope they play it back
Got no regard for racks
Give a fuck bout that
I had to work so I can
Wash the fucking shirt
Right off my back
Food atop the table
Always ready
Willing
Able
Broken ankle
Still walking down
My storyboard
To become more than fables
Stallion who left the stable
Living life through music
Cause we had no cable
Broke but never broken
I'm not good with labels

Fuck it tho
A nigga gotta work
To get to bungalows
Would love to bring my niggas
But I've taken every step alone
Self managed
Self paid
Self promoted
Self made
Proud of me
Cause I learned to love
Through all the self hate

Colgate fresh new perspective
Every day
And while the grief
A constant weight
I don't have time to
Sit and wait
I got a world
I'm finna take
I'm making use
Of all my days
So when I die
I don't just lie
I'll still be writing
In my grave



Credits
Writer(s): Marco Rodriguez
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