Underboss
Joined: Jun 2007
Posts: 4,539 My own world.
Here is two verses from my latest track "Short stories with a 16" Basically Quick street life tales..loosely based on people I knew....
Sickest dame with the aids soliciting tricks for pay vicious lay Inflicting the sickness for business dicks decay Her clit a flame it's a shame she used to be beautiful fucking dudes in a cubicle walked home she missed the train With a kid that eight barely there no time for her seed claimed she was finding her feet but spent all her time on her knees Down in the grimiest streets, she tried a 9 to 5 Couldn't adapt to that type of life barely survived for a week Every night she would weep her daughter likely to see her mothers so called clients trying to climb in the sheets Slowly dying disease was spreading at a rapid rate had the face of the perp who left her hurt gagged and raped That bad mistake didn't trust her instincts that's the day she contracted the virus packing her sinus with shattered pain Packed her belongings ran away broke nothing changed In the Month of may found her body next to her husbands grave
He wanted quick easy cash something he needed bad keep his stash clean and flat between seats and mats greedy cat specialized in the package of green and crack Speed and tabs feeding smack by using the needle stabs Bits of his nose were missing proof of a coke addiction kept alone on missions thought he'd be thrown in prison prone to chicks and deceit used by bitches for weeks He kept them high and fed them right up until they bled him dry Then he tried to hustle hard heart beat elevated lost his home slept in streets last week elevators dark fiend agitated aggravated at the station begging for small change to them he was an addict faceless couldn't manage tasting the strife life at it's worst preferred a knife and a Hurst to be placed right in the dirt His life was a curse arteries tightened to burst chest exploded in the hospital with no sign of a nurse
The hero and the coward both feel the same thing, but the hero uses his fear, projects it onto his opponent, while the coward runs. It's the same thing, fear, but it's what you do with it that matters. Cus D'Amato