Write Rhymes, I Go Blind: When I Write Rhymes...

Saturday, November 13, 2010

"When I write rhymes I go blind

I let the lord do his thang"
-Tupac (Ghetto Gospel)

Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad

Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has

And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy

Guess she's given birth to a baby

I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan

We jump into another form of slavery

Even now I get discouraged

Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage

I refuse to be a role model

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles

I make mistakes, I learn from everyone

And when it's said and done

I bet this Brother be a better one

If I upset you, don't stress

Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet

I feel his hand on my brain

When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang

But am I less holy

'cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies

Before we find world peace

We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets

My ghetto gospel

Write Rhymes, I Go Blind