My Life (Rough Draft)

[Infliction]

I posted the first 2 verses in may or somethin and i decided to finish it.. im still gonna re-write a lot of shit in the first 2 verses, and add a chorus, i got it goin 2 the "When I'm Gone" Instrumental.. tell me what yall think


Yo, heres a story bout a boy whos real
Imaginin his rymes displayin his one true skill
Images tatooed in his head bout murderin Mc's, dead
Goin weeks livin in a house widdout a loaf of bread
Never gave into any pressure, dint care what nobody said
Nobody really know his home life
How he lies in bed feelin so alone at night
Nobody know bout when the cops came
Cause his pops jus lost control
And took it out on his mother
He felt so confused, alone and mad
Watchin his pops flip out and throw fits, it was sad
Flashbacks of younger years, jus brought a lot more tears
Rememberin daddy hurtin' his fragile ears
Only been alive 6 years daddy why you screamin at me!
"GO TO BED, YOU'RE TOO FUCKIN OLD TO BUG YA MOTHA"
Daddy jus 5 more minutes I swear I jus wanna hug
Daddy stop that hurts thats more than a tug!
8 years later that boy still cant trust his daddy
He hate this shit, iss sad B
Im sure u figured dis out, dat boy is me

Daddy socked me in the mouth last summer cuz i cussed,
Said hed never do it again, never let his anger bust
Took till winter, when he threw over a table, tried to get up but i jus wasnt able, grabbed me again and pulled me over the chair,
Finally got up and looked at his eyes with a glare
Tryin to hold my tears in i managed to spit
"Touch me again, I dare you, you piece of shit."
I really donno what stopped him, but had he hit me again idda called 5-0 hopin theyd a popped him, dropped him, and locked him up
My momma used to be an alchoholic, apparently she still is, at least in AA thats what the call it.
Meetings all the time she pretty rarely stay at home
Had to find new things to do, after all i was always alone
Started smokin dope, felt good, new way to cope
Mom, she came home one night and i was blazed off ma ass
She could tell, she aint no stranger to smokin grass
She din make me stop, she barely even asked
But i wanted to for myself, dis wont be an easy task

8 Months go by, Aint touched no chronic, Alchohol was my new thing, started drinkin' till i'd vomit
Got so fucked up one night, hit my head on a post, "Mom I swear I dint drink" Yea, right.
Severe concussion, 2 months couldnt do nothin', I'd try to stand up but I'd fall, felt like I had some corruption...In my brain
Still cant think like I used to, think I've gone partially Insane
Had my girl by my side through it all, 5 months,
I loved her, my best friend, my girlfriend, and my brother
She was all three, But I lost her too, Smoked again..
Donno where I'm headed now, How, did this all happen
3 Month's ago I was on the couch wit my baby nappin'.. Now she a whole new person, makes me sick to think of her, of all feelin's this is the worst one..
Losin' the most important piece of my life, Feels like I jus been back-stabbed wit a knife, this girl I could picture bein' my wife..
Now she aint even my friend, she out my life till the end.. Broken heart inside wit nobody to mend
All alone, No support, Can't find anyone to be my resort..
No one made me feel like she did, always made me smile like a little kid
I got fake gangster friends at a school I hate, and I'm supposed to want to go in and graduate? Where's my incentive to change my mind state?
I'm filled with so much hate, but I keep it tight inside, rappin' is my escape, so I sit back and vibe...

[Coccoa]

Your father raped you?

[Infliction]

..no? and dont joke about that shit coccoa serious it aint chill i dont want no hate here i jus wanted ppl 2 hear my story

[Coccoa]

Oh ok.

[Infliction]

thanks

[Rae]

that was good ... it flowed really good!

[Infliction]

^^^ thanks a lot to both yall