Dear Rapper
I'm just a student with a abstract thesis/ even a message of love will get you beat across the back like Jesus/ Why trap yourself inside a box short breathing/ only to die when the air run out cause you can't leave it/ You claim "Real Rap" lying about thieving, killing/ Making a mess of ya hood but leave when you can't clean it/ All the kids think it's real in the oil spill/ Don't cry over spilled milk but smell it when it spoil still/ Just a message from mama/ clean up your messes in the darkness what is done will surely be there tomorrow
Rise Of the Have Nauts
About Me
- Mariatchi
- Detroit native, movie lover, aspiring Artist, with a love for hip-hop culture, and an even bigger love for music
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