soulmeetsbody12

I haven't written in a long time. All my lyrics are true to life and I'm trying to create my life's volume in an album. Not necessarily to sell, but just to get it off my chest.

ANYWAY, be gentle. Let me know what you think.



Ever since I was a kid I was labeled/
Judged by the color of my skin/
not what's on the table/
I wasn't able/
Too much pain in my heart, baby listen,
So many shots, why they keep on missing,
Always praying for the buck shot,
Don't feel the urge to live,
The feeling of when I got caught,
It was so surreal when they came,
I couldn't believe my luck,
Didn't see the glock to my brain,
Dropped the gun and fell to my knees,
The last thing I need is another felony,
I'm facing five to ten times twenty ki's,
So I grabbed the trigger and I started to squeeze

CHORUS

I sit up late at night all alone,
Why did god put me here without a home
This is the song from the voiceless,
God if you hear me tonight, please ignore this,
I loaded my gun, I'm no longer waiting for you,
Angel of death make way, because I'm coming through,
What would you do if you had to feed your family?
You place me among labor and capital,
The invisible hand had to command me,
F*ck sixteen bars, you cannot brand me,
Cattle to the slaughter, you cannot stand me,
Tossed out of my home when I was a youngster,
Aborted like a child tossed in the dumpster, run for cover,
So I spent my teenage years instilling fear in the hopeless,
Drop top selling H to the homeless,
I traded my soul for excess and uptown address

CHORUS

Flash foward toward the present day at a quarter to two,
The money's gone and the bitches are too,
He sits alone smoking blunts almost every night,
His only release to pick up the pen and write,
His friends are serving life and he hasn't seen em',
They swore if they ever got out, so he fears for his wellbeing,
He knows that life in the fast lane wasn't worth it,
So he becomes religious and prays to be rebirth-(ed)
But he can't deny the fact he turned single mothers into whores,
Stand up dads hit the floor, left his enemies sore, pop pop pop
Three holes through the door, when he hit the streets to explore,
He left his heart in the drawer, like slaves who washed up on shore,
Begging for freedom but he ignored every f***ing thing they started to say,
The trigger delay was long enough for his feelings to convey,
That somewhere his integrity and his heart went astray,
Strangers, astranged to his dismay what he had to portray,
Ironic that it had to end this way,
A single gun shot to the temple on his 23rd birthday [gunshot]

(Damn)


I have not thought of a chorus yet, maybe someone can help me out with that. Hard to do without a beat

POSSIBLE CHORUS:

Three strikes
Three strikes
This is what happens
When you got no love in your life
Three strikes
Three strikes
This is why,
I'm scared to drop the mic