Posted in: Music Making by Roberto Calabrese on July 8th, 2012 | 0 Comments
A RAP – this is a rap in the style of gangster rap.
It’s never a time, never the dime,
Never a crime that’s mine.
Ours is the fate,
Told to wait, killing mate without a trait of malice.
We fold our lives in half,
Take it to the stars,
Only to be shot down, milked like calves.
Home is where it’s at,
Hearts got our back,
Negativity still not us, we’ll kill rat, tat tat.
It’s never a time, never the dime,
Never a crime that’s mine.
Fortunes fate shuts the gate,
Who’s the keeper, who’s the nigger,
Sleeping with danger, pulling our trigger.
The room is empty,
Rights gone no plenty, fallen angels
Casting our myths, stirring, tied with bangles.
Naught to me, the fallen tree,
My roots are green, I’m comin again,
Nothing to stop between me, the scene, it’all the same.
It’s never a time, never the dime,
Never the crime that’s mine.
Frankly speaking,
I’m counting the ways, the days
Feeling like cussin and prayin. Feel me ways?
Nigger!
NOTE: this Rap is for sale copyright R.A.Lyon
