Open Mic: a weird 2 years (a personal piece)

i was expelled at fifteen, i didn give a fuck
figured id always be high, yeah id live it up
my dad was a drunk my mother was missin
id get off my nut, but no one was suspicous
you gotta care for that, yh shit was a joke
but they said it was my stress that made dad av a stroke
been two years since i got kicked out an left home
i wudda ran if they hadn, so i guess its cool tho
me im a cheeky fucker was growin right under their noses
an i always had atlest 3 ounces of white ready to go kid
after that i was broken- new start- no connections
no pills, no coke, shit was sad... i got reflectin
depressed at the twist, i drunk away my regrets
tryd to cheer up by having my way wiv a few skets
after months of workin late n drinkin hard
i met this bird, type i even brought back to my yard
kinda got soppy.. i changed for this girl
no hard drugs or sellin, itd be a new world
shit was goin well, nah.. it cuddn be better
we moved out, then she when n got pregnant,
always figured id run, but im tellin u.. i was happy
soon i got one of those calls.. a 'hello MR mackie'
dad was in hospital stroke dam nearly killed him
now he talks real funny n he thinks my names william
week later my grandad died, in a bed, incontinent
then bills came in, stackd high- adressd to the occupant
i got no way to pay, debts run into thousands
now im sorta twisted, see im fucked n thats shit
but besides startin shottin, theres jack i can do about it



jus usin shit as a outlet as dont really talk bout shit like this lol, no dopeness intended


Edited by Mackie - 08 January 2010 at 12:15pm

Yeah, shit had substance, and it wasn't corn... it was real... lol

I dig it

nice piece man... content wise it was decent, if not a little scattered, good emotion throughout.. would like the story to be continued..