August 2011
11 posts
“I had to lace up my boots even harder,
Father is too far away to father,
Further-more of the kids either smoke reefer,
Or either move white, theres few writers in my cipher,
So they made lighter, my type a dreams seem dumb
They said wise up, how many guys do you see making it from here,
The world don’t like us, is that not clear, alright,
But I’m different, I can’t base what I’m gonna be off a what everybody isn’t,
They don’t listen, just whispering behind my back,
No vision, lack of ambition,
So wack!” —
Father is too far away to father,
Further-more of the kids either smoke reefer,
Or either move white, theres few writers in my cipher,
So they made lighter, my type a dreams seem dumb
They said wise up, how many guys do you see making it from here,
The world don’t like us, is that not clear, alright,
But I’m different, I can’t base what I’m gonna be off a what everybody isn’t,
They don’t listen, just whispering behind my back,
No vision, lack of ambition,
So wack!” —
