Hard Knocks

Hard Knocks

 

My lifestyle stays captioned

Addicted to fatal attractions

These jail cells are like a desert

A wasteland for these young kids

Splitting off each others lids

Automatic weapons light up the nights sky

Who would have thought that would be the sound 

Right before you die

If you got beef with me

I can let three slugs melt through your hat

Or I can just let it slide

And just tell myself you had not lied

I'm posted up on the spot

Money bustin out my sock

Living the real American lifestyle

Poor and under lock

The hood got kids on punishment 

Thats why they never leave

I feel as though God has sent

Sent the messenger of death to ring my doorbell

Death's cold embrace and stench

Fill  my whole neighborhood with cries

Mommas losin and homies cruisin

Looking for the next boy to show him how he should die 

 

 

Author's Note

somewhat of a rap but not that much because I dont really feel the flow there that is needed for that music but you can be the judge

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

I'm no expert on rap, but I really love the message relayed in this piece. I found it to be very powerful, intense, and heartfelt. Brillant!