In 1-D!
Friday means another edition of “Cracka Boy Rhymes”, real excerpts of suburban white teen rap lyric attempts, complete with foul language, poor spelling, and lousy grammar. Let’s roll…
The whole world’s on
lock-up
You never know who
or whats gone pop-up,
All you can do is
hope wait + See
Who know who you
be,
There’s a label on our
People, but we
The Devil works
evil
already know the Devil works
evil, No Chance
for a sequal,
I guess wonder is there is
a God cuz for
Some reason we ain’t
equal!
Wow, What you
do, and what you
been through, where
you grew that makes
you act like you suppose too!
Ya feel me,
Hatin around the Globe
Hawkin trying ta
kill what you See,
People always hate on
Something they want to
be,
But Real is Real.
Lifes like some cards
So whats your deal,
You can either win or loose
People keep telling it’s
really what ya choose,
You gotta make tha
Move, get messed
up quick and it’s gone
ask a Homeless man’s bottle
of boose!
Yes, ask the “boose” bottle, indeed…