*Orginal song, made in an IM chatroom. Just a freestyle*
Down in teh ghetto, no seems to be real,
When I look, to me its all steal.
Everybody puts the blame on me and expects,
To have my rhymes in the perfects.
Well that aint the truth. Its far from it.
My life is all sorrow. Are my rhymes comin? I forget.
Now to however heard this song just note,
That if I have support, I can float.
But even the greatest dont havethe best of luck.
Even me, yea i know i can sound like f**k.
but its all good. everything is just fine.
I just the loved ones to read this line.
In my mind, you guys are just my kind.
But back in reality life isnt fair.
And the ones that make it like that dont care.
I have to clean this house, we call home.
to me it ain't nothin' but a dome..
Wish it was made of chrome,
instead it's leaks like foam
Nothing is gonna stop people from doin what thety want.
It doesnt matter on how you re-arange the taunt.
My life is somewhat like that. I cant move,
Unless my parents actually aprove.
Its wrong. If I step out its off to jail,
And they would bother with the bail.
Well, I got all i need here.
Cause they are reading this now. Brings a tear.
Now harlea, OG, i wanna thank you guys instead.
You guys were there when I couldnt clear my head.
But after I heard and read, nothing from me was said.
Harlea, you are there when i need you, and same in return.
You have offered alot and so much I have to learn.
OG, you are my adopted mom.
And my care bout you is bigger then an A bomb.
You two have greatly helped me through all of my pain,
Every inch of it that I had to substain.
I have to clean this house, we call home.
to me it ain't nothin' but a dome..
Wish it was made of chrome,
instead it's leaks like foam
The foam I keep talkin bout is my love.
And together, the three of us can fly high above.
Cause there is no need for a knife.
Unless your like me livin my life
