Still remember three years back,
Nobody knew about rap.
Tupac Shakur, and Notorious
The 36 Chambers, Ghostface Killa
The names and faces, they never knew
The pioneers of the art, they pretend to pursue

You put your words on paper
Take the pen to the pad
Singin' i don't give a fuck
You think that you're bad
Do you even know where its coming from
The blood and tears on the sands
of time, the pain and the loss
you're only here cos u wanna look grand

Your verse is weak, rhythm incomplete
There's no soul behind the lyrics
You're just screamin' hysterics
To you its just a show, yet another play-pretend
you even fake it right down to the accent

Don't you see punk, that you're not into the game
Face it, you don't even fit into the frame
Your words are to show what you think and feel
To play games with their minds, not to pander when they whine
The only person you have to be true to is you
Being yourself is the salvation offered, cos rap is the truth

You talk about dangerous, like you're all that
Wanna put you dick in my trap, go ahead
Hang on, is it in yet?
My tongue's still burning rubber, can you deal with that
This is my gift of gab, this is my house, my shack
I walked into this room before Shady's second track

To all the on the bandwagon thinking they're cool
You just never understood you're just playing the fool
Ya'll just caught Shady fever (he is good), but you morons
still don't have a clue

Listing all you missed out will take all night,
Lord, the world beyond Interscope, have you seen those lights?
Wutang Clan and Def Jam, the likes of GZA and X
Jay Z or Ja Rule, have you heard the old trax?
You run around spewing coolio this and that
Ever heard the man, or the music he's had?

Don't ever start thinking just cos you rap, or pretend to, you're cool
Truth is, you've never even heard of the Old School.

This is dedicated to all the posers who think they can rap
To all the people who think they're cool cos they dress like their black
You've only scratched the surface and you don't even know it
Can you even feel the soul of rap, the root of the song.

You disgust me. So long.

Like that ant on the web
I cant break free
Feel my pain, see the strain
In my eyes, they're ingrained

Looking out the window i see the whole wide world
Through the crystal ball, witness my life unfurl
It all makes this moment so much harder to bear
Question is : what am i still doing here

All around me people run the rat race
Looking around, scorning those they outpace
Don't they understand there more to life than this
Far more meaning that simply to exist

Guess its all meaningless, attempting a discourse
on what they refuse to hear, cannot accept
the truth can set you free, yes, but it bring the pain
a price none are willing to pay for so paltry a gain

Forlorn and unforgiving, these eyes see the world
The idiocy that surrounds me makes me want to hurl
A generation unbale to see the faults of their own
Refusing to recognise the weakness of their soul

I cannot stay here, in this decay
I have to more, fly far far away
Beyond the watersm the deep blue seas
To find a place where my heart will know peace

Grades, money, medals, awards. are they measures of who and what you are? are they measures of success?
What do they mean? don't you understand? these things don't last. Nobody even cares about you O level results, fool.
At the end of the day, its what inside that matters. Who are you on the inside? Stripping away the achievements, the glory.
Is the anything left? Are you merely defined by such material things? By laurels and certificates? You are nothing.

a new title, a new description. nothing is different. freedom. i long to break out of the rules around me, silly, meaningless rules. but i cannot. and it sickens me.
feels like i'm rotting away, a little bit at a time, and soon, sometime soon, there wont be enough of a will to hold the darkness back. Not even sure if there is enough now.
Feels so good, just thinking about letting it out. Feels exhilirating, intoxicating. The adrenaline rush is so real, i can feel power coursing through my veins again. Maybe i shouldn't deny myself. Deny my reality. maybe i misunderstood. maybe the word came in wrong. maybe controlling my anger isn't the same as comtrolling where the source of my anger is. Maybe its not about, not feeling angry at all, but about dealing with it the right way. Maybe. i don't know.
At the end of it all, here's the deal. I'm not covering it up anymore. If i'm angry about something, i'm going to say it. Tact, is secondary. What i need to get off my chest, i will.
The blog renamed, is perhaps more aptly named. Its just the way i am, deal with it, or deal with me. Either way, its just the way i like it. Just this, if you will face me down, prepare to get hurt.

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