thoughts

I'm inspire, so rap along with me, thinking this life is spriling, feeling exposed but finding my self, I'm better than I used to be to, I'm a born tiger, fire in under my ass, I'm about to roar my ass off, , I just need some rock start to touch these lips, and to let me,start thinking of running the streets, let the night burn t, let the stars burn, so I can led up to the lord, while he bends over us, watching and letting men destroy us and take our virginity, with guns on the wall, I;m to scared to stop fighting, for the love being in flames,,,I'm just the little one, I'll turn it over to the real one

a place that used to be be grand, has lyrically a story to tell, to make Eminem mind a movie would probably be iellagle,

A place that used to be grand has lyrically a story to tell, to make Eminem mind a move would probably be iellagle, to show what he thinks, can only make baby put nigh nich nails through there eye lids, thinking life I'll just disapear. but standing back up and saying I"M NOT DONE YET, I've got a hole lot more story to tell, I'm still young. and even thought "I'm the only girl in the group, I wear it with pride, I've got photos to spill, my roommates to bill, and Britney to kill,.

I'm tired.

I'm tired,

I'm tired of listing to these professional bullshiters,
I'm tried about hearing how its one hell or the other.
I'm tired of feeling put under presser of voting for someone I don't want.
I'm tired of living by these lies,
I'm tired of feeling like I can't say what I feel because people will fight back with discrimination, or hate words.
I'm tired of having to bit my tough.

I still don't see you're side.
Believe me I've tried.
All I see is erased emailed.
no hard facts, and conspiracy theories

I'm tired of fighting, just twist everything everyone says ever. And if you win a case, they just say something like oh you don't get it, or come at you with racism or blah blah blah. this is my experience. that's why I try to stay out. but I couldn't not say what the facts were.but some how they twisted words, and made it sound how what they wanted to hear. I raise my hands in silence I give, I give up, because I know he won't win. But I truly feel sad. for those with an ear for believing professional bullshiters, and I can't even say his name because I won't play that game. I'm ready to turn off, and turn away from those who think a sex offender belongs in the white hose. a lose cannon, an itchy trigger finger. who tweets like a 13 year old girl.


Best lyrics of Eminem, CONSIDER ME A DANGEROUS MAN BUT YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID OF THIS DANGEROUS CANDID. You say trump don't kiss ass like a puppet.  because he runs his own campaign with his own money and that's what you wanted. A f@*king loose cannon with his hand on the button.and  doesn't has to answer to no one...."GREAT IDEA."

Rrhyming away

I used to let my self expression flow though these words, of a touched soul,

but now I find myself keeping forward in different ways, though the eyes of a machine, that can only see what I tell it, of beauty and bazaar, A world I can make up, or tell the truth. but now "I only hide in once was used to be.

so tell me, what how did you used to be

Used to be chill, zero fucks given...pent up aggression, lay dormant and hidden

to busy?

Minds just not in it

Too much in shock at the loss of innocence, like caveman chalk played out, with donkeys tryin' to fuck the elephants.

loss of innocence, are we rhyming, or did I miss something?

Thought that's what you were doing.

the heart can be fickle my friend, must stay in the game, or we will lose our innocent imaginations...to see a child and not remember what it was like...to play games that we could only see. must hold on tight.