Underboss
Joined: Jun 2007
Posts: 4,539 My own world.
Wrote this last night.....
Every burb differs from the next the city got respect alleyways lit up from writers as they bomb their text Weekend nights constant threats, alcohol turns the placid to fighters fire up with drunken boxers breath Diverse cultures but still full of racists full of hatred people trying to stay the course walking on the crooked pavement Hookers look for vacant spots to make the cash Can't call a crooked cop if they got raped cause it's too late for that On the news creating wack theories terrorist attack Apparently we're next on the list but they're burying the facts In fact the fact is drugs is second currency Some cats attacked with bats you reckon nothing free Lot's of greed too many emcees and not enough fans Fuck Rudd and his Government aint got enough plans I rock a sun tan hot summers but winters brutal I love my city Inspiration when I spit it truthful
I'm from a city full of bright lights and dark shadows The strong and witty also knife fights and hard fellows During the day streets are quite nice and calm mellow switch to night can be quite strife the heart's shallow
It's where the Mob war put us on the global map every local cat raps their wak quotes and tracks I take a note of that when I pen flows to pads Cops pick on the people so they meet there quota plan Evokes emotions that come from the city's rhythm Sometimes pity victims locked up in a gritty prison It's a shitty system moved some places bland But I ride a train or tram till my brain expands Take a stand cause we need revolutions As I see executions I breathe the pollution Concrete and the movement I move with it's Melbourne music we're doing Improving this album Others assuming an outcome wearing their masks Scared of the fast pace of life tear it apart But this place I was raised in is kept in my heart Destined to last no doubt been impressed from the start
The hero and the coward both feel the same thing, but the hero uses his fear, projects it onto his opponent, while the coward runs. It's the same thing, fear, but it's what you do with it that matters. Cus D'Amato