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Just another misunderstood
Gives up for good
Thunder and Wood
lightening rod through the heart
Strike right after dark
(Doubletime)
Cus the people aint pickin up on-
What i be putting up into my songs
Moving along
Rather be a fucking pacifist
Then snap and diss you when you gone
Try to meet a multifaceted
Individual as abstract as him
And I bet the
I bet Defense is resting in the air
Hold on
No im not no sucka
Left for hell i meet you there
I been running for my life
Yes my whole life
Why cant you tell?
Cus it dont mean what you think
Toss back a drink
I wish you well
And i wish a nigga would
I did so good
I miss the smell of the city
Looking pretty
Sitting silly
Sipping whiskey
Bet they miss me
You got this and i got that
But every so often we switching
You got that now i got this
When we be grilling
Keep it crispy
Clean like mister
Please switch up the flow
Like your sister on her period
“My word, are you hearing this?!”
Yes
When i grab the mic
I tend to get delirious
These other rappers masturbate
But i keep it serious george
From the fire to the frying pan
Get back to the course
Fake punk get scared
Faking funk get the sword
-Vincent Jxmes
Suicidal fucking tendencies,
dreaming in my bed about the one who gon be ending me, feeling like the man off these people who try befriending me, the way I beat the fuck out myself,
I ain’t no friend to me,
sitting passive, wishing more but not workin for it,
getting pissed, needed love and I been hurtin for it,
missing homies that died,
like why you had to leave,
remember you said nobody loved ya,
while I sat back and grieved,
that’s why the demons I got,
they got nowhere to go,
cuz if I kill em, then I’ll have to face the fact that I’m alone,
I’m dethroned,
from every fucking spot I feel like I’ve been owed,
when you gon realize you the reason that this party was thrown, the way they leechin off of my potential,
think I’m handing out loans,
but Vin Dog gon be a dog so fuck it throw da bone,
these some fucking words that I wrote ,
inside my momma home,
wild off the writtens but I’m crazy off the fucking dome,
ain’t claiming nothing bigger than me that I can’t supply,
I been the truth and that’s the reason I don’t fucking lie,
I got potential, so imagine if I fucking tried,
tough demeanor so they can’t imagine if I fucking cried,
keep that shit a buck,
I’m eating good they got some duck inside,
fucking up the plate and then I’m fucking up the sides,
bigger picture went over your head,
so if you ask me what I think
I’d say you better off if ya fucking dead
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I boomerang with all of my friends
Promise to always come back
And if you threw me away
Hope you not missing the catch
You see the stress on my face?
I got this weight on my chest
Im not lifting the bar
Im merely passing the test
I think your music is whack
It wasnt made for myself
No wonder i act depressed
Not even touching a shelf
Rather be left in the dust
Collecting stares from a stranger
Maybe they aint got the funds
Eyes scanning for danger
A bargain bin lyricist
Clearing out all his anger
Probably turning you off
I cant say that i blame ya
If i did remain faithful
I’ll create new flavors
I think home cooking is love
That you remember the taste of
Learn the recipe Please
Dad just write the shit down
I’ll be missing your soul food
When you aint around
Im even missing it now
Rice and Beans and the seasoning
Thinking bout abuela
And i may know the reasoning
Never got to meet her
But you learned to repeat her
Through me eating i see it
And when im cheffin’ ill bleed it
For my kids and their offspring
Beyond their legacy
Hope they hold to these teachings
And become more than memories
God willing remember me
I know i aint perfect
I got rid of my angel wings
In search of a purpose
On earth i flourished
Going home gon’ be hard
My impact on the surface
Held in the highest regard
View From the ivory tower
I dont wanna be worshipped
I know what that feels like
Its never been worth it
And i know what it feels like
Putting gears into motion
Know what it feels like
Trapped under the ocean
The casket closing
My eyes still open
The Cat out the body bag’s
Head still rolling
Quick
Shoutout to my mom
Cus her ghost so golden
She’ll only hear this
When she care bout my poems
Big up my stepfather Being solid
While i was growing
Ms.Coyle the warmth i needed
Back when i was colder
List of names, dates, adresses
I don’t have cus we grow up
Split up like a deck of cards
Kings, Queens, and the Soldiers
Fellas show your emotions
Ladies show your devotion
Fathers be good to your daughters
Mothers dont stop showing
Love
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