My Rap Poem
what is my purpose in this thing they call life
i have tried to commit suicide but it seem i didn't die
i'm on the edge of disaster and it seems i have nowere to go
i feel as if a bullet hole is the only way i have to show
but is that what my whole life is what it's made out to be
die by a bullet and be another victim to this society
noone ever listens to my side of the story
see all i ever wanted was the fame and glory
but i guess im just to poor and that's the way it's going to be
i'm never going to make a million records and be in rap history
i'm just white trash and never amount to nothin
that's what everyone told me and now look at me runnin
from something that i allways wanted to be
the only person that loves me doesn't even seem to trust me
i have no money and i have no job
will somebody at least give me a break and listen to my thoughts
it seems that this world is not ment for me
eather your rich or die trying that's the way it seems
my life iv'e never had a father to be there when i needed him most
it seems as if he never existed as if he was a ghost
my mother see that's another story
see she allways worked and never seemed to have the fame and glory
she would allways bring men home and hope they would be our new daddy
have alot of money and drive an expensive caddy
but no they used to allways beat her
throw her around and allways be cheaters
that's the men my mom would allways bring home
it seems as if it was a never ending road
my brother corey was the only smart one in the family
he got away before his life turned out to be a tragedy
my family is crazy and so am i
no wonder i've tried to kill myself and it seems i won't die
so im down on my knees wondering what i need to do in life
is my life destined to be the next rapper or just another bussiness guy
that's the last thing i want in life so what should i do
please answer my riddle and maybe even solve it to
this is the last thing that i have to say
so i'll make it really short and go on my way
i don't want to live this life and allways be poor
i am willing to go the extra mile and i'm ready to endure
i know this sounds crazy but that i know i'm for sure
please give that chance and maybe you'll be the cure
Copyright © Sean Wight | Year Posted 2006
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