Last to laugh so
I’m the last one falling inside of my grave
If you were old fashioned you’d call me a knave
Shoot you’d call me a slave
Cause I’ll slave for a good times
Slave for good lines
So I can make some good rhymes
Give me a chance and I’ll save some good minds
That’s how the dreams of the kindhearted they always started
But souls
They don’t remember after he joins the dearly departed
They remember he wasn’t the smartest
He wasn’t the hardest
Painted lyrical pictures but he wasn’t an artist
I can see the future
So why did I start this
Because
I school with the smartest
Grew with the hardest
And right now I’m promoting an artist
I got talent that’s true
And I never ran with a crew
Still I can’t thank me for the things that I do
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I woke up in this prison called hell
And I have too many stories to tell
I wish I had the time
I wish I had the flow
Because I know I have rhymes
I’m always watching for the bad people
The wolves in sheep’s clothing
Noting
That most of what they say behind my back is contradictory
Excuse what I say
I’m just quoting
“See that dude, wish he would drop on his face.
Why he think he all that?”
I’m only saying what I hear and I heard all that
I only wished you the best
Nothing but good will
You know the rest
Most of the words I used I got them from text
But what I know I lived it
Always willing to learn
So I’m always asking what’s next
When I speak they call me a fool
Thinking I jest
But if you’ve ever met … Continue reading