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Current mood:  artistic Category: Life
look in my mothafucken eyes and you can see what ive been through
the evil that men do i bleed when the pen do
strait from the heart like i was cut with a rayzor
and popped an artery start gushin out my blood on the paper
my eyes water like a victom of tear gas
you mothafuckas victoms of ear wax im just spitten the mere facts
and fuck trax bring that shit ill tear it apart aint scared of the dark
no mothafucken fear in my heart
just steel in my nutz spillin my gutz
i gives a fuck if you feelin my cutz im still gonna bust
im still gonna write im still gonna work my fingers to the bone
and blow my vocal chords when im singin the song
i scream till they gone im probably gonna burn at the stake
cuz i never learn from mistakes my feet hurt from the wrong turns that i take
they callosed and scarred torn and bruised
bad mothafucen luk and i was born to lose
but ive turned over a new leaf the new me im puttin in my two weeks
i keep it underground because its too deep
but thats the purpose yall shit dont even scratch the surface
wheres the passion when ya rap ya verses
wheres the fuckin emotion the blood sweat n tears
you can tell when im spitten ive been upset for years
but i dont hate rappers i intimidate rappers
i make em memorize my shit till they can say it backwards
cuz the floz blatent so full of bold statements
that the radio stations rotations wont play em
trien to treat us like inferior poets
with they hidden agendas and alterior motives
and while yall eat to feel younger i sleep to kill hunger
ya want the fame n the gs well im just tamen the beast
its bad fucken luk for 24 years runnin
and i got plenty more tears comin
cuz my pen is like a mothafucken nuse on my throat
and my pad is like a bomb with a fuse that will blow
but still i feel like no one cares what im spitten
they aint sharen my vision without their parents perrmission
my cupboards bare in the kitchen then i get on stage in a fit of rage
and i drown in sweat and lose a pound per set
but i cant put another notch on my belt
im just dealin with the cards i was dealt like wackin off im too hard on myself
its got me stressed out the mothafucken black cloud
im sicka than west nile mixed with mad cow
im sicka than mescal mixed with a half ounce
and i stay flammible like a caged animal
im trapped and inclosed they got my back to the ropes
until im rappin at shows and then i act on impulse
in intervolts cuz im blind and ive lost the light
you couldnt free me with the mothafucken jawz of life
-Bad Luk
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9:57 AM
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