Rap Poetry Contest:
Murder, murder, my mind states,
Bringing out the wicked to these muthaf fakes,
preoccupied with homicide thoughts,
gots to get away from these crime breaks,
but how can I help it if I got no love,
foe these hating ass suckaz and no one,
I'm filled with hatred up in my soul
Where I must go, does anybody know?
I asked the Lord foe guidance and help,
It seems the more I asked for it the more I felt,
All the pain that's within me
Got a bunch of muthaf that wanna kill me,
but they're not worth seeing this G.
Representing his varrio, the Big S.B.
So tell me why must I be in this world
Full of haters and fakers and so much more.
I ask everybody, where do I go,
but I guess nobody seems to know,
so I go right ahead grab a paper and pen and write anotha flow,
my only getaway from this muthaf nightmare
Not even the girl I wanna be with seems to care.
Now it's too much that I could bare
Layin at night deep in my sleep
tausin and turning cause I'm in to deep
this never-ending game will never change
although I changed my name I'm still trapped in this dirty shade of game.
Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle
if one more busta start funk I might just go psycho
Busta's following me all the way to the rooftop,
should've known its was coming the day I get head popped,
inferred to my forehead, better catch my last breath, befoe I hit my deathbed.
Now I'm opening my eyez, trying to realize
if I'm dead or alive, should I get up and strive
for perfection or seek for motivation,
somebody tell me what should I do, where should I go,
I'm sure somebody has to know.