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Personal Concern
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This is just a lil cynical song about relationships
2pac rap poet hiphop belo
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Just some poetry n rhymes over beats
Well there's no band.. just me. My style of rap started with my poetry.. I mean I can't even pretend to be a "gangsta" rapper living in Perth, Australia right? Just trying to keep it real, I think people can really feel and relate to what I say. That's all I'm trying to do... Honesty is sometimes embarassing for people but if you can't say how you feel in your music then you're saying nothing...
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Genre
Hip-Hop • New School
Charts
Peak #3,531
Peak in subgenre #331
Author
Belo Tha Poet
Rights
Belo Productions 2004
Uploaded
November 01, 2004
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MP3 1.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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*intro* Sometimes I stare through darkness beyond the tall perimeter Picturing the past with my existence something sinister The look that lasted seconds yet forever in my mind Two elliptical lagoons, her eyes, flawless in design And as my tears fall down my face, I often smile in vain Those oh so distant memories that fill my soul with pain Imagining each moment, analysing what we said Spinning through my brain the things I should have said instead Pills to calm my nerves and worries daily as I stress I didn’t plan to fail but failed to plan, created mess Forever and a day I pledged my soul and all I am Wishing I could be that which I’m not, a better man I guess a part of me believes there will be brighter days But no one ever stays and so I’m lost within this maze Feeding on the suffering of others parasitically Rhetorical retention asked in darkness hypothetically Alone, the perfect congregation, solitude inflicted A thousand words they paint a picture, be the scene depicted Realism blurred by the cocktails of narcotics Talking to oneself for ever always the same topics, And I try, it’s all I can do, yet I know it’s not enough Dangling my hook like throwing breadcrumbs to my doves Hoping that they take the bait and yo they one day will return Wisdom with the world, a global, personal concern
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