| oct 2nd, 1992..
God popped out a dyke bitch whose rhyme is true..
she walks through the streets of Queens, New York..
and she runs throguh ya minds, right between ya thoughts..
she's gonna wanna buy the fresh jeans you bought..
but she can't cuz she can't afford them so instead she's gonna clean you up..
she tries to find a way to get herself respected..
but everywhere she goes swhe only gets rejected..
so she asks continuously why life gotta be hectic..
cuz she can behave no better than the way she reacted..
she was loved once but later it was found to be hate..
but she won't suck a dick for love cuz she don't know how to be straight..
that's right, she's gay.. or what people prefer, a faggot..
a homo, a puss licker, and everyday her life is dramatic..
no support from her parents, her mom don't wanna believe it..
her pops don't know, so her life gotta be lived in a secret..
she's been.. kicked and spitted on for who she is..
she feels no hope in her life so she stays dubious..
the society keep thinkin it's all fun and games..
but what's fun about random people callin names..
she tried to mollify but now she can't help it..
she's never been so cold and was never so selfish..
she tried her best to love the world but life don't love her back..
how could the world understand if even her mom don't listen to her daughter rap?
she never asked to be tied in ropes..
all she did was keep her eyes on hope..
how she deals with all this bullshit? i don't know..
people thought she'd be dead by now because she's too weak..
but i say she still stands because she's unique..
she's trapped in the closet, can't live life to the fullest..
she gotta wear a mask and a vest, or else she'll be covered in bullets..
nobody else knew this.. they think it's trivial..
that's why her life is a poetry written with a lyrical..
rhythm..
if who she is is against the Bible, then she must be sinnin..
but since when weren't we sinners? when we were all on our mother's pussy once, so we all must have been wrong from the beginnin.. |