P-Dub
05-30-2005, 03:00 PM
As a child I was confused when my parents would fight,
My concience as my only emenity telling me everything was alright,
Thinkin only happy thoughts when good times bad,
Makin my mind at ease when Dad would turn out the light,
I always felt like over us an angel would hover,
Over myself, my mother, and my baby brother,
Hesitatin to tell us, which what we'd soon discover,
That just because life is hard you can hide your head under the covers,
My family tree is kinda crooked but you don't see me bitchin,
Through these devine rhymes I will clearly state my mission,
I won't waste my life sittin back, hopin and wishin,
I plan to be on top soon, In the number one position,
My rhymes will soon be known to everybody in the nation,
My tracks are kinda like the news, feeding you new information,
My rhymes go straight to your head, like your favorite medication,
My talents restricted to nothing, unlike the terms of your probation,
My flows are so complex, is like your lost in translation,
So get ready to hear my flows, on your local radio station,
And I walk by some people who only can admire,
How I tower over compitition and only go higher,
I crush these competitiors just like a pair of pliers,
It's like it's halloween and I'm the one whos playin Micheal Myers,
People desire, and wish the could beat me,
Maybe I'm the reason for all of this controvercy,
Maybe I'm the reason DXM got banned from the pharmacy,
Maybe I'm the reason that you've been blinded from what you can' see,
Maybe it's all just me, Or maybe I'm just plain our crazy,
Sometimes my mind is cold as ice, when I'm hot like the sun,
Sometimes I find myself tryin to fix shit that can't be undone,
I think I should have learned by now that no one can be trusted,
But I'm still stuck in the middle of it like a hot dog in a bun,
Sometimes I wanna just give it all up, pack my shit, and run,
But If I give in to failure, my fathers already won,
After all he's the reason my hatred has to be open mic,
It's pretty bad when your worst enemy has to be your son,
Sorry to say this pops, but your forced it upon yourself,
I hope you feel like shit when you see the picture of us on the shelf,
But it's all your fault, these are just the cards I was delt,
For once why don't you let mom hit you with a belt,
Better yet, I hope you rot in hell for what you did,
You made me feel like nothing while growing up as a kid,
I hope your proud of me when you see my first rap vid,
Cuz lifes a fuckin box of chocolates, and I'm just openin the lid.
My concience as my only emenity telling me everything was alright,
Thinkin only happy thoughts when good times bad,
Makin my mind at ease when Dad would turn out the light,
I always felt like over us an angel would hover,
Over myself, my mother, and my baby brother,
Hesitatin to tell us, which what we'd soon discover,
That just because life is hard you can hide your head under the covers,
My family tree is kinda crooked but you don't see me bitchin,
Through these devine rhymes I will clearly state my mission,
I won't waste my life sittin back, hopin and wishin,
I plan to be on top soon, In the number one position,
My rhymes will soon be known to everybody in the nation,
My tracks are kinda like the news, feeding you new information,
My rhymes go straight to your head, like your favorite medication,
My talents restricted to nothing, unlike the terms of your probation,
My flows are so complex, is like your lost in translation,
So get ready to hear my flows, on your local radio station,
And I walk by some people who only can admire,
How I tower over compitition and only go higher,
I crush these competitiors just like a pair of pliers,
It's like it's halloween and I'm the one whos playin Micheal Myers,
People desire, and wish the could beat me,
Maybe I'm the reason for all of this controvercy,
Maybe I'm the reason DXM got banned from the pharmacy,
Maybe I'm the reason that you've been blinded from what you can' see,
Maybe it's all just me, Or maybe I'm just plain our crazy,
Sometimes my mind is cold as ice, when I'm hot like the sun,
Sometimes I find myself tryin to fix shit that can't be undone,
I think I should have learned by now that no one can be trusted,
But I'm still stuck in the middle of it like a hot dog in a bun,
Sometimes I wanna just give it all up, pack my shit, and run,
But If I give in to failure, my fathers already won,
After all he's the reason my hatred has to be open mic,
It's pretty bad when your worst enemy has to be your son,
Sorry to say this pops, but your forced it upon yourself,
I hope you feel like shit when you see the picture of us on the shelf,
But it's all your fault, these are just the cards I was delt,
For once why don't you let mom hit you with a belt,
Better yet, I hope you rot in hell for what you did,
You made me feel like nothing while growing up as a kid,
I hope your proud of me when you see my first rap vid,
Cuz lifes a fuckin box of chocolates, and I'm just openin the lid.