yo
cool story
couple of stories
yeah
cool
ah
Rachel
young girl
never knew love
never seems further away
while further she strays
from the murderous ways of her mind
yo, she gives us the goods
like she's serving a plate
but a servant a slave to the guys
and she's certainly swaded by the lies
that they tell
by the pain in hers eyes
you could tell
that she never knew true love
but she's perfectly strange
believing a person could change if you love them enough
so she turns to the boys who are burning with lust
like it could every turn into love
but she returns to the rough reality
and realises the hurt that it does
yo, she's 16 like the verse that I spray
and worth all the weight
of gold in the world
never learnt how to pray
and her purpose is grey
great, another queen with no date
another being filled with hate
but i'll save it for another day
day
day
day
day
yo
but i'll save it for another day
day
day
day
day
yo, Marcus
a father of two
harder to prove yourself
when partly removed
from reality
and now he piles all these thoughts
ever since she filed for divorce
living life as a corpse
work in the day
and in night its the chores
ain't got a choice cause his youngest is 4
and bail lifts storming the door
(banging)
ah, so he decides to resort to the violence
but he's never been that violent before
he draws for the four
rolls up in the bank
and tells everyone to fall to the floor
ah
but of course he was caught
and brought forth to the court
and forced to a course to ten years
according to laws
of course
another king with no sword
another man filled with shame
but i'll save it for another day
day
day
day
day
day
yo
but i'll save it for another day
day
day
day
day
day
ah, my zill is persistent
but some guys still slip in the system
cos silver smithing
underneath the brief
the grief it causes when the still it glistens
and it fits the norm
the lift is paused
cause his face fits descriptions
of police profiles
a young man goes wild
with a sick affliction
while his mum sips prescriptions
its a quick addiction
quick to lead to death
best to not think its fiction
fifteen but he's fixed on causing friction
the cause is missing fathers
with no distinction
between right and wrong
he lights a bong
and fades away
and lays the cabe
like he made his grave
he can't make the grades at high school
so he plays away
and its safe to say
I was once like him
writing bars
wishing for amazing grace
and it gets me mad
damn
another prince with no dad
another boy filled with blame
but i'll save it for another day
day
day
day
day
yo
but i'll save it for another day
day
day
day
day
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