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Array ( [sid] => 94440 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => MY RAP [time] => 2005-05-15 10:44:00 [hometext] => It's about a hard life [bodytext] => Trouble is my middle name

Tough-nosed, bad-assed, rumble witch

All one and the same

And if you listen close

You will know my game

Born in the dead of winter

In the middle of the night

We didn't need no heat

And we didn't want no light...

Learned to walk first

'Cause I was too tough to crawl

That's for punks who don't know how to ball...

I'm a product of the streets

A Queen of the night

And if you tried to dis me

You know we gonna' fight...

I have seen things that you don't even know

'Cause what's here on my streets

Ain't the way things should go...

I stride and glide anywhere I choose

I got my respect

But if you don't ... you lose

I don't go in for drugs

That's too wac for me

Being so strung out

That you can't even see

That your brain is dying

And you're already dead

Nah, I'll leave the drugs for the poor fools

Who just don't have a head...

'Cause you've gotta be slick

And you have to think quick

To survive in this damned town...

Do you think I talk ****?

Well that ain't it

This rap came from living

I've been here a long time you know

For now I'll keep on rocking steady

Smooth and easy...with a rhythmic flow...



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MY RAP

Contributed by Summerwine on Sunday, 15th May 2005 @ 10:44:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Trouble is my middle name

Tough-nosed, bad-assed, rumble witch

All one and the same

And if you listen close

You will know my game

Born in the dead of winter

In the middle of the night

We didn't need no heat

And we didn't want no light...

Learned to walk first

'Cause I was too tough to crawl

That's for punks who don't know how to ball...

I'm a product of the streets

A Queen of the night

And if you tried to dis me

You know we gonna' fight...

I have seen things that you don't even know

'Cause what's here on my streets

Ain't the way things should go...

I stride and glide anywhere I choose

I got my respect

But if you don't ... you lose

I don't go in for drugs

That's too wac for me

Being so strung out

That you can't even see

That your brain is dying

And you're already dead

Nah, I'll leave the drugs for the poor fools

Who just don't have a head...

'Cause you've gotta be slick

And you have to think quick

To survive in this damned town...

Do you think I talk ****?

Well that ain't it

This rap came from living

I've been here a long time you know

For now I'll keep on rocking steady

Smooth and easy...with a rhythmic flow...







Copyright © Summerwine ... [ 2005-05-15 10:44:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: MY RAP (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Monday, 16th May 2005 @ 07:13:06 PM AEST
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And what a rhythmic flow you've got!!
I loved this grrlfriend...
Hugs
Jenni




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