getthefuckout

Okay you know what, that's it with sad emo songs

From the moment I wrote that last shit I knew I was wrong

Used to envision my poetry raising awareness

But all I ever write these days is expressing sadness

Something changed inside of me, I got a little softer

From the days when I thought raps only evoked anger

When it taught me to rap gangsta, I developed the opposite

Stop the violence in hip hop, I believed in that shit

And I'd like to believe that I do know something

But Socrates taught me to see that I only know nothing

And that was the thing, I couldn't sing so I rapped

Till this day I still love spittin', rhymin' and word attack

Fallin' in love with every single rhyme I hear

But too many distortions and discourses, they appear

I keep side-trackin' but shit's still gonna be done

There's battles to handle but the war's still there to be won

Give me refund, of my failed emotional investments

Emotive words in statements, evoke the sentiments

For every rhyme I write I'm responsible for

I'd echo it across the fucking audible walls..

ok fuck i still have german to study and assignments to do.

simply no time for emotional troubles. get the fuck out.