Lowe Poem three.

I cant count all the presidents and people that explained
that the world is seriously in need of desperate change
but the fact is nothings gonna change without force
its our fault the worlds like an obstical course
remorse is what I feel everytime another kids born
16 years old wonderin why they in shit for, the shit storm
is something that nobody can escape, its fate, the world
is like a sealed air tight crate, the debate is who you
wanna go and spend your days with, cause sooner or later
all of your friends and lays split, nobodys real
sooner or later they just repel ya, repeating the same shit
that you want them to tell ya, man nobody is tellin the truth
it aint a fluke, even stookes will come and play ya like
a fuckin flute, reboot your thoughts if you think that livin
is a game, ya cant run away cause every city is the same
I blame myself for every single problem in my world
I hurl at the thoughts that I got on them drugs and girls
so I curl my fists and throw em right into the walls
reminicin on the times that I had the cops called
for no reason at all nothin I write is mis spelt
everybodys got their problems and im just trying to help
but nobody around here is willin to open up
every friendship ive hads either died or broken up
I reign pain, put a stain on ya brain im trained
to drain fame from power enforcers like john mccain
then I strike, weather you a man or tyke, ima hike
and bury you and find your ass a mirror look alike
I might be a sick kid but at least im really honest
you may think my raps dope but really im just modest
and I think my shits crap but whatever man its rap
at least I dont spit about benz and bitch slaps
I spit about shit that I think needs attention
I write a new song every time I fail to mention
an issue which I find needs to be brought
to the surface weather its through drinking or pot
I come and give it to you raw no cencors or suits
Im an LC soldier and im lookin for recruits
get ya boots and lets repel against them in the cruiser
Im all up for the law but these self absorbed losers
go into their cop cars and get their own style, goin wild
abuse the law like a red headed step child
miles, away from being back to normal
who they gonna beleive, im in rags and theyre formal
these teens accept that this worlds the one their stuck with
and police have the trust so its us they fuck with
nobody will beleive us so I spit this in a song
hoping that somebody in the world realizes I aint wrong
so somebody come and help me and take me out the hands
of these illuminati following people called the man
cause I garuntee by 10 years we’ll all be in the system
one guy says shit and everybody goes and disses em
never had nobodys love and aint no bitches kisses em
so he went and offed his life and now everybody has misses em
and everybody feels bad starin at the lawn
nobody even cared until the kid was up and gone
any kid around here can leave at any given moment
so if you have any respect then you had better show it
blow it,fuck up and thats your last chance to prove
if you wanna make a change then you better make a move
everybody around here just thinks instead of doin
am I the only one sittin beggin for some revolution
man its stupid, somebody go step up in the units
because you notice that the kids around here are the gloomest
take the troops out of afghanistan its blown up
why can’t you fuckin so called men just grow up
everybodys sick of the drama and sick of making choices
the worlds drivin us crazy and thats why all of us hear the voices
Im very insane but I keep it under cover, from my mother
and brother and anybody thats another, person that
wonders about my life without carin, so I sit up in my
room with nas and pac blarin, scarin myself with every single rhyme that I make
don’t know how much of this world that Im really willing to take
so I rake, in the cash but somebody needs to slap me
cause cream aint no reason for the people to be happy
Im not trying to rap like nas or copy words
im just trying to speak real and get my voice heard
so imma scream right into the mic while dead sober
and im gonna keep screamin til my life is dead, over

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