I wanna get away this song is now up on my myspace! MySpace.com - Endivisual - Michigan to, New York - Hip Hop / Rap - www.myspace.com/endivisualmuzik
nothin but coke dope somke and violence//
that's why they broke cope stroke being childless//
actin mindless not knowin what time is//
you can write lines about cars but you can't rhyme this//
tired of wonderin why people are livin in poverty//
tired of being looked down on cuz they got more property//
robbery being the only option to survive//
but that's only getting ppl closer to die- distance from God//
i've tried to forget it and look where i'm headed//
but when i look i see no light and the road seems endless//
so i got me a pen and paper and learned the language//
of music and through it i'm far from savage//
i'm not your average femcee//
they say life depends on how you dress her but i don't let it dress me//
let's see/ i've only got a few minutes to pack//
before i leave na tell me where i'm supposed to be at//
i've punched through walls and hit through bricks//
that's why i learned not to let a bitch do shit//
against me, i'm empty of empty promises//
i'm a soul survivor so i maintain dominance//
i don't need a mustang cadillac nissan lexus//
cuz my own miracle whip will get drivers breathless//
my mind is educated//
i've been through heavy situations-
where i had to stand alone through the rain and hurricane//
i wanna see birds flyin sky high- single mothers with dry eyes//
i wanna hear all my people cry why-
the government will let this happen, you should try my-
way of livin/
use what's given and flow what's written//
vision all the pictures you want, a decision//
made out of choice not chance or second//
see what happens//
when people do what they wanna do without thinkin//
i wanna go to a place where money don't rule everything around me//
cuz sometimes life has limits and boundaries//
altho i'm stressed it's a way of learnin//
i got more words on a song than the page you turnin//
this is omething you can't finish cuz i keep write on//
i'm the kind of person who gives a shoulder to cry on//
i wanna go to a place where tehre ain't strip poles//
no drugs or alcohol that's just how shit goes//
bitch knows nothing that's why life is lame//
but that don't mean i want my life to change//
cuz if it weren't for all the shit that i went through//
then i would have never started writin rhymes with this pencil//
you must be mental- usin gift of music//
to tell ppl what you stack and how you use it//
open the door, let me come in, lend me ya ears//
i almost feel like i was meant to be here//
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