bars of the night
• Written by pascalthewriter
let me chime in and enter the real talk conversation
feel damaged from all the hating
anxiety attack heart racing
finding myself in my living room pacing
sketchy shit around the corner and the street adjacent
its hard to cope with the harsh reality your facing
going to the top success embracing
sitting here alone in the dark the place is vacant
been rocking the mic for ages
way past the ice age trying to insert perfect line in the right space
life is surprises you dont know what you gonna get like a blind date
put out the product then the client wait
things can be taken care of at a certain time and place
once i warm up the block the climate change
been sleeping on my grind but im awake
spook the hate while he try to escape
who is the best rapper is a crime to debate
gotta keep the momentum and preserve my skills sublime and great
i see my confidence buidling up its a sign of faith
if you wanna make it to the to put time in and chase
the dollar sign till you maximize your weight
mic booth with the equipment ready
going in all time steady wont trip over something petty
cut the lines in without using a machate
fly girls obritting look cuter than a bear no teddy
money on the way blowing like confete
my dome celebrated from all the knowledge i gain
trying to cool off stay chill and ease off the pain
jump on my hate banwagon and speed off the train
some may make a living off deep soft and cane
self inflicted i bleed off the stain
if you in the bleachers wishing to be in the game take a seat off and change
rap listener take in everything i say they feed off and bang
made a mess out of this rap game I had to clean off the stain
