hi guys...
this is my new lyrics...
say, what do ya think 'bout it???
Unfair world
[speaking]
I never told ya what I feel,
If I was angry or happy ya didn’t sense,
Ya were looking forward to another boy as a boyfriend.
Ya know the feeling?! To got punished,
Even if ya didn’t make anything…..
[spitting]
It’s so unintelligable for ya head ‘n ya heart,
But even if it’s hard,
Ya have to understand to start,
A new live,
Or ya can’t survive,
In this damn capitalistic world,
Where ya all the time got hurt,
With weapons or in job or with words,
But ya have to crawl on like a rob or a whale,
Or ya’ll get mashed like a prisoner in the jail,
The politicians are havin’ a good life,
With lot’s of money, buyed friends ‘n nice-looking wives,
Like birds, they’re free, stealin’ our cash,
Every four years, they get trash,
When a new one got voted to steal our money,
I hope someone of ‘em will get punished or slashed,
For their impudenty, they’re showin’ all the time,
While they’re stealin’ our cash,
‘n smilin’ while they do it,
In another part of the world a lil’ girl’s cryin’,
For a lil’ peace of bread ‘n they know it.
But ya can’t punish ‘em how you’d like,
Ya juz’ could become a rapper ‘n go on the mic’,
To scatter ya lil’ mail in the streets,
Hoping that everyone who hears it, will see,
How dare they are,
corrupt down to the last bit,
but I’ll go on the street to spit,
all my damned rhyme out to show the whole ****,
they’re doin’ there above,
this is the ever corruptest ‘n slyest stuff!, MAN!
Written by AKGhost (this is my name as a "rapper")
this is my new lyrics...
say, what do ya think 'bout it???
Unfair world
[speaking]
I never told ya what I feel,
If I was angry or happy ya didn’t sense,
Ya were looking forward to another boy as a boyfriend.
Ya know the feeling?! To got punished,
Even if ya didn’t make anything…..
[spitting]
It’s so unintelligable for ya head ‘n ya heart,
But even if it’s hard,
Ya have to understand to start,
A new live,
Or ya can’t survive,
In this damn capitalistic world,
Where ya all the time got hurt,
With weapons or in job or with words,
But ya have to crawl on like a rob or a whale,
Or ya’ll get mashed like a prisoner in the jail,
The politicians are havin’ a good life,
With lot’s of money, buyed friends ‘n nice-looking wives,
Like birds, they’re free, stealin’ our cash,
Every four years, they get trash,
When a new one got voted to steal our money,
I hope someone of ‘em will get punished or slashed,
For their impudenty, they’re showin’ all the time,
While they’re stealin’ our cash,
‘n smilin’ while they do it,
In another part of the world a lil’ girl’s cryin’,
For a lil’ peace of bread ‘n they know it.
But ya can’t punish ‘em how you’d like,
Ya juz’ could become a rapper ‘n go on the mic’,
To scatter ya lil’ mail in the streets,
Hoping that everyone who hears it, will see,
How dare they are,
corrupt down to the last bit,
but I’ll go on the street to spit,
all my damned rhyme out to show the whole ****,
they’re doin’ there above,
this is the ever corruptest ‘n slyest stuff!, MAN!
Written by AKGhost (this is my name as a "rapper")
