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Worlds of Music

Takin my words

Tha man says it’s not ok

Writin shit that come ta mind, but wit rhyme

Why you wastin ya time

Last I checkdt I’m bein myself

Doesn’t matta you can’t make this

You hate this

Ya never did it befo

Fuck it’s inborn and I know

That’s why Im sit’n in class bustin my ass

With a paper and pen

Jotten down my thoughts of sin

What shit has begun

Seems like a fucked beginning

To hated days

Maybe just a phase

Wanna turn an be nice

Haven’t paid tha price

Pleasure seems ta be tha spice

Of a world full of crooked men

Indulgin in sin

Why ya livin if ya hate tha shit?

Go ahead and take a hit

Ease ya mind ta find

Tha answers that ya seek

Remember they’ll leave you weak

Wrong again reading lettas from tha pen

Words wrote from tha throat

Stated as, see tha girl flaunt herself

Make ya wanna holla, but what does it matta

You know you can walla

Don’t want ta waste tha life

Seein it fly

While every motha fucka

Looking for a piece of pie

I take time and sit

reflect upon a split

Where it started brokenhearted

Troubles begun before I could run

When I returned

Love was burned

Never to be recovered

I scream in pain

Full of wonders

Outside drenched in rain

As it thunders