Castle Walls
By pinda
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Observing my estate through the gate, from the outside looking in
Bet you would think I have it made, you better look again
I got a Butler, got a Maid and some fancy cars from gettin' paid
You'd think God gave me a Royal Flush and that's what I played
Though my life changed for the better, and the worst went away
I feel this castle that surrounds me is going to collapse one day
And visions of Grammys on the mantelpiece are going to fade
From a red heart my life's going to turn dark like a spade
I feel my memories from the hood have long been forgotten
And all my success is jaded by the blood of my friends, dirt rotten
I can't release the ink from the ballpoint pen unless I motivated
To be motivated, I need to be exonerated from accusations that I've changed
That I'm still the same man writing rhymes on every page
Not some ghetto mainstream rapper pretending on the stage
Sometimes I sit in my studio all alone and so cold
And a story of a young black hustler in my mind is told
From selling yayo on the corner road, and now I'm wearin' gold
It seems that my life transformed and my ghetto youth was sold
I never forgot where I came from, I came from the streets
Now I have a family and make a living rapping over dope beats
Don't get it twisted, I'll never change who I am
So if you think anything else, I don't give a damn
I gave life my all
Just keep praying these castle walls don't fall
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Wow, this is powerful stuff
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