This is kinda a deep piece, wrote it like 20 minutez ago. Guess I was just in the writin' mood. Anywayz, I'll most likely change it a lil' bit but for now holla at me and lemme know wha'chu think. ~`1`~
You was my hero, but to you I was insignificant //
Never gave a shit so I tried to slit my wrists, but I missed the main artery //
Then you won the lottery, and bounced but forgot me //
Picture me at only 13 screamin’ “please don’t leave me mommy!” //
Now Pops could hardly raise me and my sister himself //
So he turned to the life of crime spent his life in and out of jail //
I remember the liquor smell but can’t remember his face //
Finally passed when I was 17 so me and my sister got our own place //
It’s hard to trace the exact moment my sister went down hill //
Niggaz bustin’ trains, she became an addict of poppin’ pills //
Heard she was killed, can’t be sure though so now I’m rollin’solo //
Makin’ chump change through fast food, every night writin’ rhymes tryna make more dough //
Finally did blow, now I’m on top livin’ life like we all should have //
Never helped me with my school work but always tellin’ me that I could rap //
So now you suddenly bacc in my life, where you been didn’t even show up at the funerals //
But once ya baby dude blows, you suddenly love being around me and the studio //
It’s too late, can’t hate my flesh but I don’t even know you //
So through these rhymes I recite hopefully I can show you //
My whole life you was gone, the shit did to us was wrong //
When I look at ya face I see a money grubbin’ tricc, I wish what I saw was Mom //
You was my hero, but to you I was insignificant //
Never gave a shit so I tried to slit my wrists, but I missed the main artery //
Then you won the lottery, and bounced but forgot me //
Picture me at only 13 screamin’ “please don’t leave me mommy!” //
Now Pops could hardly raise me and my sister himself //
So he turned to the life of crime spent his life in and out of jail //
I remember the liquor smell but can’t remember his face //
Finally passed when I was 17 so me and my sister got our own place //
It’s hard to trace the exact moment my sister went down hill //
Niggaz bustin’ trains, she became an addict of poppin’ pills //
Heard she was killed, can’t be sure though so now I’m rollin’solo //
Makin’ chump change through fast food, every night writin’ rhymes tryna make more dough //
Finally did blow, now I’m on top livin’ life like we all should have //
Never helped me with my school work but always tellin’ me that I could rap //
So now you suddenly bacc in my life, where you been didn’t even show up at the funerals //
But once ya baby dude blows, you suddenly love being around me and the studio //
It’s too late, can’t hate my flesh but I don’t even know you //
So through these rhymes I recite hopefully I can show you //
My whole life you was gone, the shit did to us was wrong //
When I look at ya face I see a money grubbin’ tricc, I wish what I saw was Mom //
