living a lie.
Kr!pT!k (Dastardly Deeds) on December 09, 2012 07:22
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his name was david../
he hoped and dreamed that one day he would make it./
he stayed up late recordin he had hopes of bein famous/
he spit about real stuff... cuz he was not the fakin/
type, he knew that if he lied it would be hard to make it...right/ (pause)
but no one ever noticed him/
no one ever gave him props on his songs when he posted em./
rappin was the one thing in his life that meant the most to him/
everybody was flyin but he chose to swim/
it seemed gross to him...../
to live your whole life workin jobs, just to get by./
cuz dreams and ambitions are two things he’d never let die/
so he invested his time and mind into his music/
hopin one day maybe you would listen to it./
but no one ever did cuz he sent his songs to the labels./
in hopes they they would throw a big check on the table./
then maybe he would be able../
to live a little better/
but he got no check he only got a letter/
and it said../
dear david, thanxs for sendin your tape..yea we played it/
we listened real close but we heard nothin amazin/
your flow is too basic./
your lines are too boring./ we need hype music and your tape had everybody snoring/
he was devastated./
his hopes and dreams just desimated./ x4
he felt like he was...waistin his time/
when makin them rhymes/
he thought that bein real..was the only way he would climb/
to the top of the totum pole cuz stayin behind/
was somethin that he wouldn’t do..so he made up his mind/
he started rappin bout money, throwin it at the club/
he rapped about havin sex...and he rapped about drugs./
people started to notice...but the music that he loved/
got swept under the rug./
he bought himself some snapbacks, and got tatted./
invested in a chain. because other rappers had it./
he switched up his style and changed his name to kid statik/
and david dissapeared it was almost like magic/
the record label sighned him
he..finally made it.
his songs topped charts and he was gettin the paymen ts
it seemed like david got what he was tryin fo
but the truth was david died a long time ago..
one year later...he excepted a grammy and he thanked.../ everybody cuz the money in his bank/
had piled up/
and it put a smile up..on his face/
cuz it seemed he’d won the race./
no more..money to chase/
no more money to invest.../
but 3 months later he started feelin depressed./
he started feelin the stress thats been buildin inside his chest/
his mind was satisfied, but his cardiac was ares/
he started to pop pills... to ease the pain./
but as the seasons changed it only got worse../
was it me to blame...?
he figured it out
as his life was withering out..
he could’nt take it.
so he shoved all the pills in his mouth..
cuz he realized
that he had lost touch...of what he really stood for..
he’d forgotten the difference between good or/
yea he could’ve had, a job where he worked hard to get by.
but that was better then the life he had cuz he lived -a- lie.