That thing they call redemption

That thing they call redemption

A Poem by g.n.b

Been here done that and other s**t that sounds lame

Not here to bullshit sounds a little explicit

Frankly I believe we need to inspire

f***a making songs that’s gonna conspire

Im not gonna show my bentley,mercedes or that lambo

What help is gonna do u man driving in that second hand shithole

Maybe you can rap some pop some and grope son

That s**t is never not what we all need

Im here rigtht upfront,if u need some one then  il lead

That girl your girl my b***h all this s**t sounds rich

Look around do you find anyone like that girl on tv that blond trish

Good money we earn and spend thrift

Dream s**t in your mind of that fake gold lift

Some treat me like iam golem

Frankly I have never been in harlem

But that’s not gonna change the fact

On we how we grow up face life  and that filthy pact

I make songs that may run

But not depress you or your sweet hon’

Im here not to prove iam the right one

Wanna fight don’t come so close

Makes u look like the gay one

My voice may not have no impact

Few years down the road ul be listenin to all my tracks

Money sacks huge racks gold tracks

All that sounds fun but not reality

All those s**t myt look quality

Promote talent encourage the guy with a vision

Not some guy showing how hes risen

Notorious and cool might just land you in prison

Misunderstanding me aint no treason

Why im rapping slim shady you are the reason

Cut that s**t he said I just got too into rhythm

But just prove me wrong

According to all the sections of the clause im just  here explaining in freedom

She may not be the prettiest but  look into her eyes

If they seem real take a closer look and make her feel real

Just don’t look into lot of accounts and see whats  the size

Love is the only thing real,gonna stay forever

Its gonna make you suvive even if you loose all your power

Notoriously truthful not very  flamboyant

Lifestyle the one I chose is complicated

When your young or old u just gotta feel medicated

Exorbitant prices escalating scrapers where we gonna end

Education charging money so much money the young f***a cant afford

With so much money is his wife gonna buy all the gold

Stack so much money shitbags are they gonna eat up all the gold resons manifold

Social service social reputation somethings really dirty in ur mighty clean subconscience

Make money give money make more and u take it all away

Do you really?gonna take it with you all the way

Greed is whats gonna end the world at my threshold

Statements mighty bold

Sorry to say u cant survive witout money

More money the better life even more money

Sadly That mans wife your new honey

If iam become the worlds richest

Gonna give it all away to the poorest

Back in reality I cant get hold of that girl

I look at her oh man she wants a really good pearl

Sorry baby I don’t have the looks or the money

U just gonna find someone else might be that psycho ronny

What are we now the most uncivilised bunch

Ya sure we are served steak with forks for lunch

Deep down we know what we have become

Rape kill hunt every thing that lays in our path

the mighty world did end in december 0 12

We havent realised coz we busy stacking money in our shelves

 philosophy the greater men always wanted to preach

if I fall down will your filthy hands reach

© 2013 g.n.b


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Added on June 11, 2013
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A Poem by g.n.b