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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 © | Year Posted 2006




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