

Prompt / Lyrics
My father , Who creates art in heaven , Hallowed tip be thy aim , Leave em maimed & leakin' drained , Down the pipes ,til u cant hear the sound of Mike's talk, My life's not , The cliché you may have might thought , That I could turn back the hands of a time clock, Just by rockin' these rhymes chopped, And screwed ,refusing to prove that I colluded for loot to let the mike drop, Falsified the results after the 9th shot, Un-Calsified my pie-kneel til I reveal my 3rd eyes watch, Sellin' dime rocks at the local i-hop, Trying get my mind soft , So when the person committing the crimes caught, Ill have a rhyme hot.... Out the oven , around and about the dungeon , But I doubt the love when , My clout as a husband , Just been ,...under mined .. Under handed , no wonder i'm... Runnin' drag in, My stomachs have-in , Problems adjustin' back when , Ive just been fastin', Not cuz i chose to, But because of famine, Ive been abandoned, When I went on tangents , After men in black sent , Twenty one savages , To pretend i passed went ...out and ... kicked the bucket back in , Cuz lately I been lackin' the basic passion to create the actions that breaks the glass in and shatters it out like the matters I doubt ...that really dont matter I count... Down to black lives matter an ounce ... Isn't enough but when we adjust these women that lust .. For the fruit of our loins of a loom of the punch , You always gotta have the upper hand... The upper crust , But you mus'nt touch or under cut your cousins blood... Blood cousins and that one blood chick from some click that fell in love with this one crip, Who got dumped ,pissed over the pain that this love splits, You into pieces ...and leaves you grieving...believe you me friend .. Ive done been becomin' becoming unhinged... Un..hinged...off the hinges til my gun spins... On a scale from one to a hundred ... How bad do you want earth to be spinnin' round the suns bursts, Come to unearth this one purse with the stashed illegal gun search , Dammm..I forgot how bad I run ,worse.... Almost like im immersed in the curse of the jerk who's whole life ive been nursin' the hurt that try to fill in with thirst, Alcohol and pills when i hurt.... ...Deep inside of my soul , My mind is no longer whole, My hearts grown cold , And the only thing i have left is my soul that I haven't sold,
Tags
Westcoast gangsta rap, melodic alt rock male vocalist, hypnotic hip hop, RnB vibes, key board, guitar, drums
2:52
No
11/16/2025