Rap i wrote one day. Ghetto stole my soul. Hate rap? Fake like its a poem, Mr/Mrs. closedmind

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I wrote this song one day when i was fed up with my whole lifestyle. It was inspired by the kids of men i grew up with, doing the same thing their fathers did in the ghetto in their time. Its like nothing ever changes in the ghetto, only survives or dies, and adjusts for that. The kids today are the kids of yesterday, only with new heads. Notice i diddnt say future. Anyway here is the song, Feel privledged cause no one ever hears my songs or poetry, though i could easily be great at it. If you like ("beg") hint hint. (i still hate that, a beggar with pride stays hungry, im starved.)

The Ghetto Stole My Soul.

My mine is spinning from that alize, alize. The bud completely takes my breath away, breath away. My moneys funny but i just cant laugh, just cant laugh. The things i got aint what i'm spose to have, spose to have. Mu brother tripping, should i rob that trick, rob that trick? Maybe the ghetto making me commit, me commit. These haneous crimes on my fellow man, fellow man. But what the f#ck aint got no other plan, other plan. (I aint got no feelings guess the ghetto stole my soul) But still i roll, blunted up through the crazy streets of brew, I'm out for my ends, and ready to kill if i have to.
So Brotha best back up on off me, I spill your blood like morning coffee. Its to survive is how i figure, So what the f#ck i pull the trigger.

(chorus)
I anit got no feelings guess the ghetto stole my sole. Walking through this f#ucked up world done broke my hold on my control. How are we supposed to make it? How can we see this through? I get oh so tired of huslin, but what the f#uck else can i do?, I do..... (v2)

Do what i want to, think what i want to thought. Spent most of my time growing up in and out of court. The other times i spent in jail, and the time in between spent raising bail, i could tell that the streets diddnt love me, so i loved myself. Caught a bank offa luck, bought crack and sought wealth. Now I'm...stacking crazy ends...but for that i'll probly have to kill a friend, but then...(I dont got no feelings guess the ghetto stole my soul) Now i control......every spot in my f#cking nieghborhood. In 6 months i went from being broke to living good. Now my ball is always on the roll, fiends knocking down my door. Got to buy my kids some clothes, this was was i hustled for. I hustled hard got what i wanted. And issue slugs to my oponents.

(repeat chorus)

Did i mention that i was skilled in songwriting? I have a few hundred songs, just never had loot to studio. and i couldnt take thhe life. I like women too much. My girl, my family, would have never had a chance. At least i thought. Aint i a good guy? Stupid idiot is what i meant. I'll share a less violent/depressing one with you one day.