Dave's Online Book of Rhymes
Art Imitates Life...
they say art imitates life/
so whatever i see i write/
but whatever i write ain't right/
goes back to the epic battle of me vs the mic,
in the middle on the night/
when my my pens, not even my friend/
cuz it hurts to dispearse each and every verse/
it can't get any worse, unless i wind up in a hearse/
it's only a matter of time/
till i find my mind, blind/
from the great white light/
on a depressful rainy night/
i'll leave this life/
i know one day i'm gon die/
so i don't know why, i run around like i'm some sorta tough guy/
i've heard enough lies, to know a soldier from a spy/
a real man from a wise guy/
hard to survive bribes,
from washington, lincoln and jackson/
so my actions are stoppin, thinkin and actin/
i know, i'll never rep something that never happend/
i can't present, a present, past or present, especially, not when i'm rappin...
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