Ok, for those of you who don’t know, I’ve in the last 5 years, got into spitting.
That’s rapping to hip hop for those who aren’t familiar with the colloquial language.
And, as it happens. I’m not too bad.
Obviously I’m better when I can prepare my lyrics, but I can freestyle too.
Here’s my lyrics to Eminem’s Mocking Bird. A song which sends stabbing pain through my heart because I wish my daddy still loved me.
‘I know you miss your mum,
And I know you miss your dad,
But they’ve gone, and so has the family you once had.
They can see you cry
And get high
Their solution was to lie
You will never have the truth
Even though you have bear proof
Started off kinda small
After you had a fall
But you couldn’t make that change
Soon became a household name
Sold your soul
To the Sun
To the press
No longer do you impress
Now your life is a mess
The solution equals death
You still hope, you’ll be saved
You were wrong, drugs you craved
Wanted love, so misbehaved
They got you Sectioned
Still not phased
But now you cannot take much more
You watch them walk, past your door
Looking at their mobile phone
Watching you, sob alone
And you wish they had some shame
Coz they are the cause of your pain
Can’t rewind, but you can change
And be a family once again’
My family know this, but should they ever be honest, I’ll sell my house, quit my job and pay for 6 months rehab.
And do it properly.
I’d love my family back.
But I have a feeling, I’ll either commit suicide and my friends will make sure the press get my blog, or I’ll eventually sell my story and go it alone.
Like a optimistic puppy, I still prey and hope they’ll tell the truth.
Deep down, I know their shame and guilt means they won’t.
I miss my mum and dad. From 1981 to 2014.
RIP.
#Itsnotaboutthedrugs @Gemma_Stalked
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