More of a Song
More Of A Song
Never should you say you know how I feel
My life was brutal, way to real
You pretend you know my pain
But it’s just the fame you want to gain
How many times you get a gun in your face
That was just my way, my every day pace
My everyday would be your trauma
It was normal to me, just daily drama
I had all that I wanted, it was amazin
I threw it all away, to busy trail blazin
I hear people whine about how bad it was
It makes me really sick, only because
You have no clue what hell means
I was rippin all the way from the Bronx to queens
Playin with the big dogs, had myself quite the name
Stealin from everyone, playin one hell of a game
Way to many wanna be homey gees
Pull your pants up, there saggin below your knees
Please, you don’t even know what it means
Copyright © Nick Faber | Year Posted 2011
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