LyRiCs 2

once one said (Youth brought pride to culture that cuzed our parents a shame)
he was talkin bout rap and hip hop,n freestylin for fame.
DJs Gatherin up with CDs and old tapes/lyricals pickin up beats wearin shirts of crapes./rocks around their necks hats in weird shapes/holdin up the mic screamin (my mama thinks ama disgrace)/jeans been wore lower than da low weist/tattoos writen Tupac on the top of their wriest/challengs of break dancin infront of complexes/ppl watchin amazed how their body reflexes/freetylers mad at each otha/since one on TV the other is glad shoutin i battled dat fucka /ma mama once wanted to throw all ma rap CDs/doesn't know rap is a part of ma sufecated Genes/without alot wouldnt got famouse/maybe i didnt n i got a lil outragouse/but when i see those who carry ma alike dream/raisin it up so proud i feel part of dat seen/started to have alota Kuwaiti rap Forums/Posts of fans and lyricals,uploadin waves dat awsums/this is wut im talkin bout/Glad to be part of that squad/but imma only remain a lyrical watch it all happen and write bout it/when im suppose to be out there rappin bout it/but i never felt i belong to soem more than this/ even though between us 2 alotta diffrences/im white it's black but we both treated so bad/someday rap will take all over the world/that me n ma homies wont have to write on a board/we'll be spittin it out that haters think they got old/ama be glad if ma son turend to be a lyrical jjust like me/rappin in public even if his rappin so ugly/cuz some day eventually /there will be a world war 3/usin mics n mixtures as weapons/stayin at home teachin our children freestyle lessons/no more guns in niggaz wallet/there will be a paper n pen..still there an empty wallet/no more drugs fancy ciggars weed n maraguana/it all gunna end when rap is spitted by Dana

QMI reminded me of who am i when i was lost only in lyrics i'd write how i thought brought up memories of me sinkin in sins
 couldn't forgive maself thought i've learnd ma lessons so why world you steal ma time
 makin every moment of silence another shitty memory gettin me rimed? why world why us?
why ya chasin us why ya changin us why every step we make concidered anotha mistake chained on our necks
n every move we do gets erased by you when we hoped da better is next why world why us
why ya fakin us makin us who we didn't crave to be why you'd be trasin us so you'd be breakin our hopes when it's
for u just da ball and we're da tee why world though u a wide world wider than da thought that every second would cross ma mind
 if so then why world you'd make our company anotha tear we cry by rememberin da past time/
 why world ya so cold freezin us while we're sweatin blood tranna make changes in our lives puttin aside every lil
change would remail a scold/ why world why you why it wasnt ma foe who took ma love ones away see i've told when
 i talked you aint a bit sensory remember when ya prmised ya'll make me how i wanted 6 years aint enough i thought
it's less how we planed itya world we both need each other cuz life indeed is gutteri was so close to trade greens
to trees when reality sux it's a fact but the shit is about broken dreamswhy world why me who've been struggelin and
livin by every beat of heart make me strong enough to stand up not fall on ma kneeswhy world ya taught me facts
 in life i was so fucki young to knowa show me shits of those who i thought when i aint save for em i shall go
we, who had hopes and dreams worked hard to make em real n all we got, in the end, shattered by a depression scream
 otheres who are just wanna be's dont even know wut life fuckin means/ they got it all, our dreams too, n there's noen i could do/
why world why us? who've been waitin da buzz to smile at where we got/why us who have da gutts to stand n face wut ever dat bugs
why world ya made us to strong when ya know when we're grown ya'll take our strength away
 why world ya taught as all these words makin us lyricals n you know wut we write we aint allowed to say.
 now it's damn weird the dawn has gone begin a new day of breakin anotha hopeim just anotha victim of unheard words
 guess imma never rap its anotha fact makin me feel ma words are crap his is a dream i cried for i prayed to it
 a dream cuzed me sore put me in dirty shoes to true it ow i'm returnin to step one which is holdin da pen again and ma
lyric i'd spew itwritin some day i'll do iton every line on a note so you'd know wut it meant for me/
 for da lyrical dat in me. i'd still aks why world!

i came back after so long
Returned back tranna get much strong
After visitin da link went and read da wows dey wrote.
After all da fatigue I got into I got pronged
By da best man for my soul
When I needed help he's like ( I dunno dis hoe)
I got a bad cropper in damn huge hole
One I don't know held my hand and got me out of It
Forgave me and said (next time don't even walk on it's edge)
Took me outa broken ways and built for me a new bridge
By a beautiful rainbow that I totally miss it
I was about to be blinded again I was about to fait in the time that I breathe smoke.
I got handless. Basically crock. Dis year I really got a bad stroke. Vociferance, din,
anxiety, family didn't notice. Families please focus. Coz except a stranger got me outa the fosse, a person now is so close.