kbfprince Posted August 10, 2005 Report Share Posted August 10, 2005 (edited) Wrote the first verse to Mos Def- Hip Hop. The second verse was just something I wrote earlier that kinda fit in. Thoughts appreciated. A Rhyme For The Future - KBF Check 1, 2 When you’re good like me, the pressure just mounts People want you to fail in dangerous amounts Novelty is royalty unless it grows and sprouts All your fame goes away and your checks just bounce I sometimes wonder what it’d be like to be normal 13 year olds just growing, learning how to be formal I’m entering 10th, 16 year olds accounting For most teen hormones, experimental things and counting While 8th graders are divided between themselves and try to hide it Act mature, relive childhood or worse try to fight it What does that make me the middle woman here Stuck, how to act? Teens a headlight, I’m a deer How could I be carefree 10 years old again In reality much older then, with J.T. and Ben I was heaven sent to outdo others at length Showered with envy, til this day I draw blanks Gotta plaque of the cross staring at me as the pen Continues to flow across asking me why and when Did I do this to myself, expected to lay like a hen Kin expected to magically tell time like Big Ben? Wanna deliver knockout rhyme punch lines But college is much more useful to the lifetime But the lure of the rap is stronger than red wine Creating more decimals between 8 & 9 Cousin Luc’s becoming a doctor at Uni of Irvine I go for checkups, but there’s where I draw the line When the time comes 3 years later I’d be real The same summer years, but my future would be the real deal Choices less than the California governor vote Either rap, law b-ball or the same old MD promote Doctor’s a no, no, they use Asians to proto- Type of doc they want one with glasses in the photo Already said b-ball was my first love Then get to the age you’re old for the push and the shove I said I wanted Law, I guess that’s the second option First if rap audiences don’t spend much time shopping How I measure up to the stereotype I don’t know Cause the fads of the mainstream I decided to forgo At this point in time I think I want to rhyme But is it such a crime to rethink my choice for the dime? (Repeat 3x) Where I wanna be at the point after high school A damn fool shaking fries or the one that buys the rules Are if you’re rich you can get any bitch, that’s sick The problem is which school you wanna go to Rich Living in the projects you’re expected to ditch School and all that you’re expected to live & serve Rich Homeless go to soup kitchens needing a refilling A homeless man is willing to do anything appealing Out of school pervs get the top end of this dealing Riding boys & girls to them it’s so confusing Why do I live like this? Why am I someone’s bitch? Where’s my dad? I promise I won’t give him no lip But it’s too late now, nothing to do but wish God please, I hope I don’t end up like this Edited August 13, 2005 by kbfprince Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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