A Day in the Life of a Man in a Bad Neighborhood

[goblet_fulla_fire]

Yes I know this is garbage.
(I just watched 8 Mile and I felt like posting some rap lyrics.)

A Day in the Life of a Man in a Bad Neighborhood

I live my life up to shine,
sticks and stones break bones,
but not mine,
my appetite so small I don't dine.
But I get food on the table by selling,
whether it my inventory, soul, life,
list goes on and on theres no telling.
My life's will is low, get the razors.
I'm tired of the getting hit by the lady's tazer.
Grades in school don't matter.
If my life is my grades, my head is on a platter.
Deathwomen selling themselves to mankind.
Such a sight, I think I'm goin' blind.
I create my musical desires myself,
and every b****** told me I couldn't rhyme.
I place my gifted demos on my broken shelf.
Maybe a famer comes a knockin'
The first knock, doors already unlocken.
The piece he carries is a Glocken.
But I don't need this, its only a dream.
He'll never come...or so it would seem...

Wow. Rap lyrics on HPFF. Ah well. Just wanted it to get out of my head.

[goblet_fulla_fire]

Man beat paths to my door,
while takin' the bricks from the poor.
Man flash their money to the folks,
as they take it from the bummed blokes.
Man drinks water to quench thirsts,
greedily drinkin' till they bodies burst.
World so f***ed up, is it a curse?
Day by day, it gets worse.
Old ladies lose their purse.
AK-47's in the hands of terrorists.
Richies try to stay off the assassination lists.


Again, just tryiin' to get them out of my mind.