well this is my first freestyle every really,i was bored, and just try to picture me rapping it quick, well adivce would be very much appreicated, i'm also working on a song, and i guess i'll post it here soon. and i know the Ending ain't that good but shit, i didn't know wha to add.
Peace out
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To explain my life would be terror, i must of been the error, all this shit for her, don’t know who to believe, always getting deceived, all i do is grieve, women fucking up my mind, “your too kind”, maybe i should just unwind, let out the emotions i have bottled, fuck i know i ain’t no model, but is looks everythang nowadays, do i have to slick my hair back in ways, that can only be explained by the hairstyling gays, i’m not perfect, but what can i do, i try to change my life, but it’s like God says Fuck You, “Your life won’t amount to shit”, you’ll never be fit, for a women, you ain’t appropriate, what do i have to do to please, ill get on my knees, and pray to the lord for forgiveness, showing him i mean business, even though he knows i’m sinless, it’s like he enjoys the torture i endure, a life with no cure, like i’m his fish, and women are his lure, lord can you see me, please change my destiny, give me some luxury, no you rather have me battle with a bloody fist, shove the eucharist down his throat until he’s pissing it. i can’t take it anymore, i just wanna lock the door, keep the key, until i turn 84, i won’t miss anyone, it’s not like i have any fun, it’s not like i don’t feel to pick up the gun, and unleash all the bullets until the clip is done, as the room begins to flood, and i lay there in a pool of blood, and i begin to think, my life was missing something, missing the link, that would hold my life together, that would brighten my day, lift me up like a feather. but it’s too late, sooner or later i had to die, and it was by, the 12 gauge, shit i committed Suicide.
Peace out
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To explain my life would be terror, i must of been the error, all this shit for her, don’t know who to believe, always getting deceived, all i do is grieve, women fucking up my mind, “your too kind”, maybe i should just unwind, let out the emotions i have bottled, fuck i know i ain’t no model, but is looks everythang nowadays, do i have to slick my hair back in ways, that can only be explained by the hairstyling gays, i’m not perfect, but what can i do, i try to change my life, but it’s like God says Fuck You, “Your life won’t amount to shit”, you’ll never be fit, for a women, you ain’t appropriate, what do i have to do to please, ill get on my knees, and pray to the lord for forgiveness, showing him i mean business, even though he knows i’m sinless, it’s like he enjoys the torture i endure, a life with no cure, like i’m his fish, and women are his lure, lord can you see me, please change my destiny, give me some luxury, no you rather have me battle with a bloody fist, shove the eucharist down his throat until he’s pissing it. i can’t take it anymore, i just wanna lock the door, keep the key, until i turn 84, i won’t miss anyone, it’s not like i have any fun, it’s not like i don’t feel to pick up the gun, and unleash all the bullets until the clip is done, as the room begins to flood, and i lay there in a pool of blood, and i begin to think, my life was missing something, missing the link, that would hold my life together, that would brighten my day, lift me up like a feather. but it’s too late, sooner or later i had to die, and it was by, the 12 gauge, shit i committed Suicide.