Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag
Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back
And now i'll release anger, on this damn mic i'm breathing life,
He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live
And i know it's hard when you feel that anger growing
Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing
The world is a mest up place, with anger and hate
I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate
I vent my anger and frustrations and thrust them on this page/
But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change
Even stranger, fear and anger expressed through the same bangers
This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers
So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her
Kids, they find it an outlet and need to channel their anger,
All that i need is some anger , blood and knife
My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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