Nov 11
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Will you read my rhyme?
One foot in the gutter, one foot in the grave.
Trained by desperation to live just like a slave.
Hand to mouth existence, slight of hand thief.
Eke out an existence over shadowed by old grief.
One step ahead of the reaper, no angel overhead
to pray for soul to keep is no option after dead.
Candlelight, not for ambiance but because the power bill
was too high to pay. Burn the house down for a thrill.
Pistol stolen from the rich kid slummin’ to buy dope.
Using the last bullet to force a little hope.
The shot rang out but that one just blended in
to the percussion of the street-band, and the ghetto violins.
One foot out the door. Couldn’t pay the rent.
Live behind the liquor store where the money was spent.
Eyes flash in the darkness, one ‘hood rat to his kin.
Can’t escape reality, it gets under the skin.
Lurking at the bottom of a self-dug six-foot trench.
Fall in and get clobbered on the head by a wrench.
Wake up to fluid trickling- some bum taking a p iss.
If you think you aren’t like any of them, my point is missed.
Waiting for the victim, maybe you’re the mark.
Don’t walk through this city unarmed after it gets dark.
One foot in the gutter, one foot in the grave.
It’s either six feet under or living like a slave.
Rap lyricists: can you offer any suggestions to make this more classic rap structured?
I will try,then sleep,Seems like something I would write.
I will do the whole thing.please take no offense.Its good as is but.you asked?
One foot in the gutter, one foot in the grave.
Trained by desperation to live like a slave.
Hand to mouth existence, slight of hand thief.
Eke out an existence over shadowed by grief.
Barely ahead of the reaper, no angel overhead
Pray for a soul to keep, no option after death.
Candlelight to live by,electric bills kill,
Burn a house,dance,romance,cheap thrill.
Pistol stolen from the rich kid slummin’ to buy dope.
Using the last bullet to force a little hope.
The shot rang out, blended in
to the percussion of the street-band, and homies violins.
One foot out the door. Couldn’t pay the rent.
Live behind the liquor store where the money was spent.
Eyes flash in the darkness, one ‘hood rat to his kin.
Can’t escape reality, it gets under your skin.
Lurking at the bottom ,self-dug six-foot trench.
Fall in , get clobbered on the head ,suckered by a pipe wrench,
Wake up to fluid trickling- some bum taking a p iss.
If you think you ain’t like them,taste my point blank miss.
Waiting for the victim, maybe you’re the mark.
Don’t walk this way unarmed after it gets dark.
One foot in the gutter, one foot in the grave.
Your choice, six feet under or living like a slave.
I tried,touch it up.Only for you since you stand by me.
Thanks..BYEEEXXX
