They really did me dirty
Told my momma I was headed home
But really I was running out there tryna catch my thirty
These boys deep in the streets acting like they grown
But when it comes down to it,
They don't have a house to call home
Now I'm tired of being quiet
I need the world to hear me
I have sat down for too long
But I don't need anyone to fear me
First let me take a hit from this bong
We puff puff pass like its a religion
Nobody wants to feel their face
We try to get higher than the clouds we live in
You tune them out as they say you're a disgrace
But nobody truly knows what you go through
It's not like they have to sleep in your car right next to you
We want our eyes to look like crystals
And our hearts as cold as stone
We blind ourselves then just sit still
Tuning the world out when you're nowhere near being alone
Speaking of tunes
Everyone wants to hear them
But when we spit the truth
Nobody believes them
I don't know where I'm going
Or how long I'll be there
All these words seem to just be flowing
Right off my lips
Straight through my tongue
As his hands go right down her hips
Everyone knows they are to young
But they are not wrong
Because all these boys deep in the streets acting like they are grown
When in reality they have no house to call home
-Marley
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PoetryThese are little things I write that could be turned into shorts raps if I had the right beat to go with them. If you read them and know of a beat or would like to rap it over a beat for me, please message me with the info. Otherwise, this is just s...
