|05.09.2009, 06:39 AM||#25763|
invito al cielo
Join Date: Apr 2006
Feeling downtrodden, fresh kid turned rotten
I can't believe how naive that I've gotten
Over the years, feels like I'm getting dumber
Reminiscing to a time when I was younger, with a hunger
Full of dreams, determination, self esteem
But now it seems they hesitate to be on my team
You know the routine- when you're winning, they're grinning
All up in your face like they were with you from beginning
But on the flipside, when you're washed up like a riptide
Fools clown about how you slipped and let shit slide
Beside the fact, my voice is whack
Clowns running around, talking that I smoke crack
Ain't got no homies that got my back
Yeah, I'm a brother, but sometimes I don't feel black
My game ain't tight, my girl is white
Niggaz who ain't seen me round be like "Dude, you alright?"
Who am I kidding, who am I foolin'
When they be like "What's up Fatlip?"
And I say 'coolin'..
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