Sunday, June 14, 2009

Superstar

where can i start?
I cant make it to the top I'm still jumpin off wal-mart,
so this is it,
I've always wanted it,
i swear i would never quit,
until every fuckin person on these islands would know of it,
until every girl would get on their knees and suck on it,
But I've changed,
I Don't want the women or the fame,
fuck i should just get out the game,
I feel like the incredible Hulk,
because every bone in my body been broke and i can still walk,
and all the rumors round the island is bullshit talk,
I cant take this place,
I gotta make my own race,
everyday its the same this is my face,

(chorus)
This is it,
this is all i wanted,
this is not what i wished for,
I am pissed till the point of imprisonment,
this aint how i wanted it,
writing became my cocaine,
I'm a superstar,
i aint done shit its bizarre,
In the end I'm just a par

I am the reason your mother is entertained all day,
because the shit i handled i handled it my way,
but this is what i wished for,
i wanted it, i want more,
I wanted the game and fame,
Did the blues festival,
I was Publicized and beat on like the great wall,
Housed Burned to the ground,
everybody gave a fuck except me 
I was shot through the heart i could do anything but bleed,
and as you sit there you cant do shit but read,
you cant understand how I'm into deep,
ballin but the clothes on my body are  just bought cheep,
On the big boys i always had to creep,
they'd never roll with me because it was my time to sleep,

(chorus)
This is it,
this is all i wanted,
this is not what i wished for,
I am pissed till the point of imprisonment,
this aint how i wanted it,
writing became my cocaine,
I'm a superstar,
i aint done shit its bizarre,
In the end I'm just a par


But now I'm awake and well,
scared but blood is all i can smell
a spirt is inside its talkin to me,
all i wanna see is a lock down but not in the penitentiary 
a place where you stop thrownin my name around,
and i am tired of bein on the front page,
even though i look to be the best i am filled with rage,
they like yo what who bangin the the truck drew,
they didnt have a clue 
i spinnin off of my gage,

(chorus)
This is it,
this is all i wanted,
this is not what i wished for,
I am pissed till the point of imprisonment,
this aint how i wanted it,
writing became my cocaine,
I'm a superstar,
i aint done shit its bizarre,
In the end I'm just a par


I miss it all  every moment,
every time i tried to flow it ,
i would fail,
just to hail to the drug i was a about to inhale,
but even though i pray every time god got me on bail,
i could get caught at anytime,
thats why i am venting all day tryin to make one right rhyme,
defend against my karma,
all the drama was tearing me up from inside,
i wanted to be that cool kid and be down to ride,
i couldn't because i had to grow,
and still all i know
 is that i am stuck in this life with one this that needs to grow,
and something you took away from me,
almost killed me,


(chorus)
This is it,
this is all i wanted,
this is not what i wished for,
I am pissed till the point of imprisonment,
this aint how i wanted it,
writing became my cocaine,
I'm a superstar,
i aint done shit its bizarre,
In the end I'm just a par


but i got push on,
if it was climbing a tree,
i cant see,
even now when i wanna be,
i feel so insane,
i want communication back, like i'm about to attack,
and take my own life,
like i could bring it all to a end,
but in the end,
but life is on a bend,
not broken,
life can not be spoken in another way,
or on any other day,
the moment is now and to flow,
i need to know 
that you will be here even though 
i'm insane and i gotta go




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