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Warming Up

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Warming Up

Postby Solace » Jun 8th, '10, 21:56

[Verse 1]
I ain't the best, yeah sure I have my moments,
But who are you to attack me at my lowest?
Everybody telling me that my raps are forced,
The situation just jumps at me back and forth,
Writing is my first and last resort, I'll never change,
They'll look back at me and just remember hate,
Now I know that all looks are deceiving jeez,
Lost all my hope in all of those who believed in me,
Held in torment, everyday is shaped the same,
Take my face, paint with shame in a shade of grey,
Things just ain't the same though I wish it was,
Just wish there was a way for me to fix this up,
I've become bitter, fake, and now I shiver shake,
Like I was dipping, slipping into winter lakes,
My heart's cold, heated rappers wanna battle me,
I keep fighting as long as I cause some casualties.

[Hook]
Ain't taking shit, take these haters and make them quit,
Break their fist, take their wit, and crazy slay their wrist,
Slit, cut, ripped up, and end it with some staple stitch,
Maybe depressed as fuck but your time you just wasted it.

[Verse 2]
I'm never given it, though I always pay respect,
Rip me, strip me of my dignity, shave my head,
I'm crazed, I'm stressed, my mind's a mosh pit,
Might cry, I've lost it, I might die of exhaustion,
And my time's demolished time and time again,
Rhymes washed up, could call my lines Leviathan,
Situations I'm put in, and next I'm left shaking,
The rest hating and I'm stuck with a head aching,
All the best faking, they know they scared of me,
But barely see 'cause fear ain't shit to popularity,
They're scared to be, real, they act wack as fuck,
Lack the lust, only tough when cats back them up,
Then I'm traffic stuck, no one lends a helping hand,
Already mad but there's no one to let me stand,
But I'm the hefty man, they can't ruin my health,
My wealth or anything, I can just do it myself.

[Hook]
Ain't taking shit, take these haters and make them quit,
Break their fist, take their wit, and crazy slay their wrist,
Slit, cut, ripped up, and end it with some staple stitch,
Maybe depressed as fuck but your time you just wasted it.
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