My Philosophy
My Philosophy
let me loose in this here caboose
Sucka's going to see me before I go pee pee
Buggy down to the sock's just as the famed Scott Lerock
I'm the man with the plan with this mic in my hand
Ain't it a pity when you hate the city
Gotta a combover homeboy for president
so, a long time ago let the truth be told
you will do as you are told until the rights to you are sold
Listen to my dream no people scream eating some ice cream
I visual eyes with my own two eyes
the lost will be found a sound
of laughter filling the air not a care
it's easy don't you see the love feast of reality
yet it seems where falling apart at the seams
We got heads in the street spitting out lies
Does this all come at a big surprise
No it's foretold from the good book of love
nestled with humble brevity from up above
so six feet under on a dead man's chest
the social unjustice is in quite a mess
it's the blind leading the blind and soon will fall into a ditch
wait till I get a hold of my brand new pitch
many rappers today just want to diss
this I clearly dismiss cause a winner in life is but another loser
But gets up and gives it one last try
for this I cannot lie...
Remember Death Row still looking up to the sky
got gangster rappers just free stylin
Night club days are all over
two many thugs that want to punch you on the shoulder
still I'm here undercover as I turn the system on like Stevie Wonder
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
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