“My Niece Needs To Be Removed From Her Mother’s Care”
With all the kids in the fam, **** **** is the worst/
With no control or a soul, I've had to give it a whole verse
First it got expelled from play school, for laying on it's back/
And telling another kid to shag it, and sadly that's a fact
Though with trash for a mother, & a dad that doesn't care/
Having parents who do not love her, this is clearly despair
Being I care I made a call, cause the kid should be in care/
And explained all the cruelty, of this kid living there
It's not fair that this girl, would try to stab it's own mum/
And being abused myself, they must think that I'm dumb
Like I can't see the signs, standing out like sore thumb/
And if my rhyme is such a crime, I'll wait the law to come
Three of my cousins were abused, and this is no different/
Tired of the family's excuses, who claim that they didn't
My mission is to expose em, so expose em I shall/
Like my flows & my bars, didn't get me bars behind jail.
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With no control or a soul, I've had to give it a whole verse
First it got expelled from play school, for laying on it's back/
And telling another kid to shag it, and sadly that's a fact
Though with trash for a mother, & a dad that doesn't care/
Having parents who do not love her, this is clearly despair
Being I care I made a call, cause the kid should be in care/
And explained all the cruelty, of this kid living there
It's not fair that this girl, would try to stab it's own mum/
And being abused myself, they must think that I'm dumb
Like I can't see the signs, standing out like sore thumb/
And if my rhyme is such a crime, I'll wait the law to come
Three of my cousins were abused, and this is no different/
Tired of the family's excuses, who claim that they didn't
My mission is to expose em, so expose em I shall/
Like my flows & my bars, didn't get me bars behind jail.
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“My Evil Stepmother”
A narcissistic sociopath for a father, an alcoholic for a mother/
He left my mum getting drunk, took her son, give him another
Yet this new mother had other plans, being his daddy never loved er/
Just like her daddy never loved er, so she had to abuse another
To the others she was a mother, behind closed doors she was a c*nt/
She would hit me & strip me of everything I could ever want
She would flaunt her new kids, & then taunt me while she did it/
I was taught not to talk, like what I lived I never lived it
With every visit came their people, too evil to ever help/
I was made to feel unequal, & left to suffer by myself
My own mother couldn't help, neither me or herself/
So with the way that I felt, I would keep it to myself
My family knew, & school too but nobody ever came/
They'd only say it wasn't true, like it was me who was to blame
Too ashamed to tell my friends, I took a pen to the pad/
And started to pen what I lived, but what I did offended dad.
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He left my mum getting drunk, took her son, give him another
Yet this new mother had other plans, being his daddy never loved er/
Just like her daddy never loved er, so she had to abuse another
To the others she was a mother, behind closed doors she was a c*nt/
She would hit me & strip me of everything I could ever want
She would flaunt her new kids, & then taunt me while she did it/
I was taught not to talk, like what I lived I never lived it
With every visit came their people, too evil to ever help/
I was made to feel unequal, & left to suffer by myself
My own mother couldn't help, neither me or herself/
So with the way that I felt, I would keep it to myself
My family knew, & school too but nobody ever came/
They'd only say it wasn't true, like it was me who was to blame
Too ashamed to tell my friends, I took a pen to the pad/
And started to pen what I lived, but what I did offended dad.
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“Childhood Abuse”
Psychologically abused, emotionally abused/
Mentally abused and then physically abused
I am the one victim, and the culprits are two/
Just some of the sh*t, I endured as a youth
West Tilbury the place, number 8 was the roof/
Yet if I name any names, it'll be ban number 2
One was the enabler, yet they both abused me/
And if I told the neighbours, both would accuse me
Of lying, then denying like they always have done/
So the only people believed, was my dad & my mum
Yet my mum weren't my mum, the c*nt was my step/
I weren't even her son, to f*ckin neglect
Yet cause daddy did it, my mummy did too/
Like daddy give her the ticket, to f*ck me up too
When I asked why she did it, she said I was practice/
I then made it a lyric, which then made her an actress.
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Mentally abused and then physically abused
I am the one victim, and the culprits are two/
Just some of the sh*t, I endured as a youth
West Tilbury the place, number 8 was the roof/
Yet if I name any names, it'll be ban number 2
One was the enabler, yet they both abused me/
And if I told the neighbours, both would accuse me
Of lying, then denying like they always have done/
So the only people believed, was my dad & my mum
Yet my mum weren't my mum, the c*nt was my step/
I weren't even her son, to f*ckin neglect
Yet cause daddy did it, my mummy did too/
Like daddy give her the ticket, to f*ck me up too
When I asked why she did it, she said I was practice/
I then made it a lyric, which then made her an actress.
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“Daddy’s Little Toy”
Once lived a little boy, who's dad would use him as a toy/
Abused both mentally & physically, hoping he would destroy
The slight hope in this boy, until he was hopeless with a void/
Yet the hope inside this boy, was not something he could destroy
He did the boy like his mother, & then did the same to his kid/
Then got annnoyed with the boy, when the boy named him for this
His wife Julia would just allow it, like all this made her p*ssy wet/
Then had the cheek to deny it, when I put their lies on to the net
They abused me then despised me, for having the guts to rap/
Being who they are in society, & all the money that they have
Having a daughter quarter black, was what caused them shame/
They took me to court for my rap, cause the rap was to blame
Not the sick games that they played, with both me & my child/
Preventing me from any happiness, in both my eyes & my smile
It's been a while since I stood, & now solid is how I stand/
I don't need a college degree, to tell me I'm an educated man.
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Abused both mentally & physically, hoping he would destroy
The slight hope in this boy, until he was hopeless with a void/
Yet the hope inside this boy, was not something he could destroy
He did the boy like his mother, & then did the same to his kid/
Then got annnoyed with the boy, when the boy named him for this
His wife Julia would just allow it, like all this made her p*ssy wet/
Then had the cheek to deny it, when I put their lies on to the net
They abused me then despised me, for having the guts to rap/
Being who they are in society, & all the money that they have
Having a daughter quarter black, was what caused them shame/
They took me to court for my rap, cause the rap was to blame
Not the sick games that they played, with both me & my child/
Preventing me from any happiness, in both my eyes & my smile
It's been a while since I stood, & now solid is how I stand/
I don't need a college degree, to tell me I'm an educated man.
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“Alcohol” (Royce da 5’9 ‘Cocaine’ Remix)
Mumma loved alcohol, more than she loved me/
So my heart it turned cold, cause I felt so ugly
I wish she would hug me, like she can hold her drink/
Inside I'm always lonely, but my ship will never sink,
Like those who've turned to drink.
Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcoholllllll!!!
It was eighteen years, before I got to meet my mum/
Everyday I was crying tears, cause that woman was a drunk
I was in love with my mother, but she never loved her son/
I was angry at my daddy, cause this is what my daddy done
Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcoholllllll!!!
Nearly forty years of drinking, and my mummy got ill/
All the while got me thinking, what am I supposed to feel
They got her at the doctors, and the hospital for pills/
I just hope she finds peace, like I did with Hip-hop & these skills
Thanks to Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcoholllllll!!!
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So my heart it turned cold, cause I felt so ugly
I wish she would hug me, like she can hold her drink/
Inside I'm always lonely, but my ship will never sink,
Like those who've turned to drink.
Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcoholllllll!!!
It was eighteen years, before I got to meet my mum/
Everyday I was crying tears, cause that woman was a drunk
I was in love with my mother, but she never loved her son/
I was angry at my daddy, cause this is what my daddy done
Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcoholllllll!!!
Nearly forty years of drinking, and my mummy got ill/
All the while got me thinking, what am I supposed to feel
They got her at the doctors, and the hospital for pills/
I just hope she finds peace, like I did with Hip-hop & these skills
Thanks to Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcoholllllll!!!
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“I Shall Continue With The Truth, No Matter Who That Offends”
It took a lot of courage for me to do, the interview that I did/
With a mind that's been discouraged, ever since I was a kid
It was when they got married, that they did what they did/
A burden I've had to carry, like a weight I couldn't shift
None of the other kids got it, & nobody ever came to help/
The bathroom door got locked, & he'd hit me with the belt
How I felt wasn't well, because in Hell is where I lived/
In a world I wasn't safe, listen to rap tapes is what I did
If my lips were to ever talk, there was nobody to believe/
I got picked on at school, then back at home I would grieve
I so needed to be free, within this house I was shackled/
And with rap I could be free, if I just believed I could battle
Made to believe I talk prattle, when I battled with the truth/
I was locked up & censored, for my life under their roof
When I write I never lie, this is why my rhymes got banned/
If I did it I'd admit it, like a man, not try rid it like my fam.
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With a mind that's been discouraged, ever since I was a kid
It was when they got married, that they did what they did/
A burden I've had to carry, like a weight I couldn't shift
None of the other kids got it, & nobody ever came to help/
The bathroom door got locked, & he'd hit me with the belt
How I felt wasn't well, because in Hell is where I lived/
In a world I wasn't safe, listen to rap tapes is what I did
If my lips were to ever talk, there was nobody to believe/
I got picked on at school, then back at home I would grieve
I so needed to be free, within this house I was shackled/
And with rap I could be free, if I just believed I could battle
Made to believe I talk prattle, when I battled with the truth/
I was locked up & censored, for my life under their roof
When I write I never lie, this is why my rhymes got banned/
If I did it I'd admit it, like a man, not try rid it like my fam.
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“Why Should I Not Be Heard”
Imagine abusing a child, thinking he will not come back/
To remove you of your smile, like he did with his rap
Laying flat on their back, the one thing they all love/
Being they lack all the basics, so basically they're f*cked
Talking tough for the net, is not enough for the abused/
When they cannot think straight, with a brain that's confused
They'll say he's short fused, the usual, the same old excuse/
On how he made it all up, when he was locked up in his room
But why was he locked in his room, from such a young age/
And force fed the food he consumed, more abuse & then rage
Why on a page is he a genius, yet they had banned all his art/
Maybe the abuser's had seen this, like how dare this dog bark
I've been lost since in the park, looking at the sky asking why/
Bearing my heart throughout bars, being who I asked won't reply
My cries for help were not heard, until I put the words on the net/
So why should I not be heard, when I prefer verse over death.
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To remove you of your smile, like he did with his rap
Laying flat on their back, the one thing they all love/
Being they lack all the basics, so basically they're f*cked
Talking tough for the net, is not enough for the abused/
When they cannot think straight, with a brain that's confused
They'll say he's short fused, the usual, the same old excuse/
On how he made it all up, when he was locked up in his room
But why was he locked in his room, from such a young age/
And force fed the food he consumed, more abuse & then rage
Why on a page is he a genius, yet they had banned all his art/
Maybe the abuser's had seen this, like how dare this dog bark
I've been lost since in the park, looking at the sky asking why/
Bearing my heart throughout bars, being who I asked won't reply
My cries for help were not heard, until I put the words on the net/
So why should I not be heard, when I prefer verse over death.
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“My Demons”
Daddy would beat me with a cane, while mummy just watched/
Then when he caused me much pain, she would hit me with pots
Like a sick and twisted game, the both would laugh and get off/
Til I put their names in my lyrics, for them to put the blame on hip-hop
Neglected and detested, I got what my bro and sis didn't/
Then for writing it I got arrested, a 5 year ban and some prison
What my daddy did to my real mum, was what he then did to me/
Hence why in my heart I feel numb, and happy is what I can't be
Yet my staffy relies on me, and this is why I can't leave/
On the inside I cry constantly, cause I don't see Alish' (a)
I've begged and I've pleaded, but what I said wasn't heard/
They all needed defeating, so I just did em with words
All the hurt that I'm feeling, is why I mostly feel low/
The devil says to kill em, but him in heaven says no
Twenty-four seven alone, whether with company or not/
Hoping these demons will go, before the bodies start drop.
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Then when he caused me much pain, she would hit me with pots
Like a sick and twisted game, the both would laugh and get off/
Til I put their names in my lyrics, for them to put the blame on hip-hop
Neglected and detested, I got what my bro and sis didn't/
Then for writing it I got arrested, a 5 year ban and some prison
What my daddy did to my real mum, was what he then did to me/
Hence why in my heart I feel numb, and happy is what I can't be
Yet my staffy relies on me, and this is why I can't leave/
On the inside I cry constantly, cause I don't see Alish' (a)
I've begged and I've pleaded, but what I said wasn't heard/
They all needed defeating, so I just did em with words
All the hurt that I'm feeling, is why I mostly feel low/
The devil says to kill em, but him in heaven says no
Twenty-four seven alone, whether with company or not/
Hoping these demons will go, before the bodies start drop.
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“Make It A Crime Scene”
She allowed him to touch me, while the c*nt just watched/
Now the kids will be lunch meat, in my f*ckin lunch box
I'm gonna chop at the skin, and then grate it like cheese/
While she screams for her kin, as their skin starts to bleed
She will grieve just like I did, for my kid for years/
As I put pins in their eyelids, with a violence sincere
I shall appear in the dark, at a time that they sleep/
With a darkness inside me, to come silence the sheep
She denied what he done, so these scum have to go/
Whether it be shots from the gun, or a knife in the throat
All these rhymes they may flow, yet my flow is not rap/
So when it's their time to go, they will not come back
Going behind my back out of spite, the price will be costly/
If these rhymes give em fright, wait for the night it's frosty
They cost me a lot, now I'm gonna cost em a lot more/
Til I hear the sounds of gunshots, and bodies hitting floor.
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Now the kids will be lunch meat, in my f*ckin lunch box
I'm gonna chop at the skin, and then grate it like cheese/
While she screams for her kin, as their skin starts to bleed
She will grieve just like I did, for my kid for years/
As I put pins in their eyelids, with a violence sincere
I shall appear in the dark, at a time that they sleep/
With a darkness inside me, to come silence the sheep
She denied what he done, so these scum have to go/
Whether it be shots from the gun, or a knife in the throat
All these rhymes they may flow, yet my flow is not rap/
So when it's their time to go, they will not come back
Going behind my back out of spite, the price will be costly/
If these rhymes give em fright, wait for the night it's frosty
They cost me a lot, now I'm gonna cost em a lot more/
Til I hear the sounds of gunshots, and bodies hitting floor.
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“Dead Nonces Don’t Misbehave”
When a child is abused, I condone shooting the abuser/
And it's two kids, and it's grandkids, to deny em a future
It's either drown in your misery, or you swim like it's scuba/
Now write down their sins for me, and prepare to accoutre
The persecuter must suffer, just like his mum and his dad/
So watch their move on computer, and then conjure attack
All the fun from the payback, will be a fun like no other/
Giving you the same great feeling, like a baby does a mother
Hold your child in your arms, and now look into their eyes/
Now pretend I am a Pedophile, and in your hand is a knife
You can see it in my smile, and my eyes they are not right/
Being my mind is this vile, you must slice my windpipe
This rhyme is just an insight, I'm not inciting nothing/
Whether rhyming or violence, I'll give em all something
To remember, to remember, like it's November the Fifth/
But make it December, when they're at home opening gifts.
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And it's two kids, and it's grandkids, to deny em a future
It's either drown in your misery, or you swim like it's scuba/
Now write down their sins for me, and prepare to accoutre
The persecuter must suffer, just like his mum and his dad/
So watch their move on computer, and then conjure attack
All the fun from the payback, will be a fun like no other/
Giving you the same great feeling, like a baby does a mother
Hold your child in your arms, and now look into their eyes/
Now pretend I am a Pedophile, and in your hand is a knife
You can see it in my smile, and my eyes they are not right/
Being my mind is this vile, you must slice my windpipe
This rhyme is just an insight, I'm not inciting nothing/
Whether rhyming or violence, I'll give em all something
To remember, to remember, like it's November the Fifth/
But make it December, when they're at home opening gifts.
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“Abandonment”
I've been abandoned by my mother, my step mother and my dad/
Yet my brother & step sister, will never have to suffer like I have
When my baby mother took my daughter, nobody helped to get her back/
Due to the colour of her skin, I put it in ink, & was then imprisoned for my rap
All I ever wanted was to be her dad, and rap my feelings on the mic/
But what I wrote upset my dad, so what makes me sad, I cannot write
They denied me the best years of my life, & left me to suffer for the rest/
They knew I had an illness of the mind, yet still they left me alone, depressed
I've spent so many of my years crying, stressing and getting high/
To block out the misery I was feeling, missing my little girl by my side
Yet weren't no support from my family, to take her mother to court/
I guess mental torture is more fun, than a granddaughter to love them all
When I was burgled & all was stolen, still weren't any support shown/
When I was hungry, weren't no food & when I was homeless, weren't no home
So for over six months in a year, I was forced to live in a tent/
When the three years previous, £200,000 I had spent
They've never cared how my daughter feels, or how it feels dying inside/
Then wonder why I disrespect their loved ones, when another one dies
They never cared when they were alive, so why would I cry when they're dead/
And I'm not about to pretend, or lie to my heart and my head
So with my hand on my heart, I swear all I write is true/
And when my censorship is over, I will continue with the truth...Abandonment.
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Yet my brother & step sister, will never have to suffer like I have
When my baby mother took my daughter, nobody helped to get her back/
Due to the colour of her skin, I put it in ink, & was then imprisoned for my rap
All I ever wanted was to be her dad, and rap my feelings on the mic/
But what I wrote upset my dad, so what makes me sad, I cannot write
They denied me the best years of my life, & left me to suffer for the rest/
They knew I had an illness of the mind, yet still they left me alone, depressed
I've spent so many of my years crying, stressing and getting high/
To block out the misery I was feeling, missing my little girl by my side
Yet weren't no support from my family, to take her mother to court/
I guess mental torture is more fun, than a granddaughter to love them all
When I was burgled & all was stolen, still weren't any support shown/
When I was hungry, weren't no food & when I was homeless, weren't no home
So for over six months in a year, I was forced to live in a tent/
When the three years previous, £200,000 I had spent
They've never cared how my daughter feels, or how it feels dying inside/
Then wonder why I disrespect their loved ones, when another one dies
They never cared when they were alive, so why would I cry when they're dead/
And I'm not about to pretend, or lie to my heart and my head
So with my hand on my heart, I swear all I write is true/
And when my censorship is over, I will continue with the truth...Abandonment.
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“I Cannot Tell Ya”
Who beat up my own mother, I cannot tell ya/
And took away her only son, I cannot tell ya
Who mentally abused me, I cannot tell ya/
Who beat me & abused me, I cannot tell ya
Who denied me of love, I cannot tell ya/
And stole all my stuff, I cannot tell ya
Who disowned my daughter, I cannot tell ya/
And stopped my family from contact, I cannot tell ya
Who stole my nan's will money, I cannot tell ya/
And my sister's university money, I cannot tell ya
Who terrorises my step mum, I cannot tell ya/
And cheated on her for 9 years, I cannot tell ya
Who made me cry so many tears, I cannot tell ya/
And ruined my life for so many years, I cannot tell ya
Who got me this poetry ban, I cannot tell ya/
But when this ban ends, trust me I'll be telling ya.
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And took away her only son, I cannot tell ya
Who mentally abused me, I cannot tell ya/
Who beat me & abused me, I cannot tell ya
Who denied me of love, I cannot tell ya/
And stole all my stuff, I cannot tell ya
Who disowned my daughter, I cannot tell ya/
And stopped my family from contact, I cannot tell ya
Who stole my nan's will money, I cannot tell ya/
And my sister's university money, I cannot tell ya
Who terrorises my step mum, I cannot tell ya/
And cheated on her for 9 years, I cannot tell ya
Who made me cry so many tears, I cannot tell ya/
And ruined my life for so many years, I cannot tell ya
Who got me this poetry ban, I cannot tell ya/
But when this ban ends, trust me I'll be telling ya.
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“Depression”
I was handed down depression, as another great gift from my blood mum/
As a kid they took me to the doctor's, to try figure where it had come from
The doctor's had no answer, and like I had cancer they give me pills/
But I had no interest in taking none, & to this day still I never will
They sent me to a psychiatrist, but all the woman did was look at her watch/
They said my mind weren't healthy, they never helped me, all they did was nod
How the f*ck was that gonna help me, b*tch that don't stop my pain/
They told me I had a bad attitude, oh sorry, I thought b*tch was your name
Every day at school I was fighting, so my lovely parents always came/
And when I got home I was grounded, or my nazi father hit me with the cane
So when I knew it was caning time, I hid a magazine down my trouser/
Still I acted like I felt the pain, so he wouldn't reign down any harder
My new mum hit me with a pot, all because I wouldn't dry up/
When both of their kids never did sh*t, apparantly cause they're younger
But even when they got older, still they never did sh*t/
When I had to clean the car in & out, just to get an extra biscuit
Even now they take the biscuit, laugh & say "All you do is rhyme"/
But least I do something better with my time, than commit a load of crime
Everybody that knows my story said, "I'm suprised you ain't on drugs!"/
But that was my family's plan for me, & I'll never give them what they want
So that's why I created this Mr Dunne, & focused on this rapping/
Back then I use to rhyme under F.R.E.S.H, F*ck Reality Ensure Sh*t Happens
So when you next see me on road, don't ask me if I'm depressed/
Just know I got a talent for flowing, I'm both gifted & I'm blessed.
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As a kid they took me to the doctor's, to try figure where it had come from
The doctor's had no answer, and like I had cancer they give me pills/
But I had no interest in taking none, & to this day still I never will
They sent me to a psychiatrist, but all the woman did was look at her watch/
They said my mind weren't healthy, they never helped me, all they did was nod
How the f*ck was that gonna help me, b*tch that don't stop my pain/
They told me I had a bad attitude, oh sorry, I thought b*tch was your name
Every day at school I was fighting, so my lovely parents always came/
And when I got home I was grounded, or my nazi father hit me with the cane
So when I knew it was caning time, I hid a magazine down my trouser/
Still I acted like I felt the pain, so he wouldn't reign down any harder
My new mum hit me with a pot, all because I wouldn't dry up/
When both of their kids never did sh*t, apparantly cause they're younger
But even when they got older, still they never did sh*t/
When I had to clean the car in & out, just to get an extra biscuit
Even now they take the biscuit, laugh & say "All you do is rhyme"/
But least I do something better with my time, than commit a load of crime
Everybody that knows my story said, "I'm suprised you ain't on drugs!"/
But that was my family's plan for me, & I'll never give them what they want
So that's why I created this Mr Dunne, & focused on this rapping/
Back then I use to rhyme under F.R.E.S.H, F*ck Reality Ensure Sh*t Happens
So when you next see me on road, don't ask me if I'm depressed/
Just know I got a talent for flowing, I'm both gifted & I'm blessed.
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“Things Used To Get Bad”
Things used to get bad, and then the bad got worse/
If sins written on my pad, then why am I not in a hearse
My mummy tried to kill me, but what daddy did was worse/
Neither of them did feel me, so I was left feeling cursed
Sixth of the first was my birthday, the worst day of my life/
Because now they could hurt me, and break me inside
Like how bad they must hate me inside, to do what they do/
Hence they'd rather me inside, than outside telling the truth
I'm proof of what happens, when you don't love your child/
The proof's in the rapping, how they both treated me vile
I was denied my own child, by the only woman I've bred/
Which denied me my smile, and that child's every breath
I was once dead on the inside, from what they had done/
So putting me inside, makes them all nothing but scum
Never had a mum or no dad, all I had was a pad and a pen/
Hence why so I'm good at this rap, and I'm like f*ck them.
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If sins written on my pad, then why am I not in a hearse
My mummy tried to kill me, but what daddy did was worse/
Neither of them did feel me, so I was left feeling cursed
Sixth of the first was my birthday, the worst day of my life/
Because now they could hurt me, and break me inside
Like how bad they must hate me inside, to do what they do/
Hence they'd rather me inside, than outside telling the truth
I'm proof of what happens, when you don't love your child/
The proof's in the rapping, how they both treated me vile
I was denied my own child, by the only woman I've bred/
Which denied me my smile, and that child's every breath
I was once dead on the inside, from what they had done/
So putting me inside, makes them all nothing but scum
Never had a mum or no dad, all I had was a pad and a pen/
Hence why so I'm good at this rap, and I'm like f*ck them.
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