16 BarsA Poem by Matthew WebbFor miss li li's thingamajigger.16 bars aint enough to stop cars from committing drive-bys on would be stars. Like lil Jimmy, the kid from the city, never saw it comin, now he's straight dropped. This the kina thing that makes my blood boil, collateral damage casualties that could be stopped. All n****s know is triggas, and wiggas buy em bigger, I sit back and snicker. All ya'll is fools, slaves to the street, stereotypical tools run by what rules? You gotta prove your hard, so you point to every scar, yea I got shot, so that's who you are? I look at the rap game, it at the same, every rapper now gotta yell his own name. Look at lil wayne, aww my tear tatoos, does that make you a man, what does that prove. It proves rappers can pull back, on a gun not a fist, fightin from afar, hard at a distance? Gangsta means, hidin behind a piece, at least grow some balls, and stand on your feet. Rap means talkin bout your ho's, your money, and makin death funny? How many n****s you shot, what you got, and how many cars you got on the lot. Your rap liscence should be deported, hear what you recorded, is that really important. The rap perception is distorted, I'd rather have music imported, is this how were rewarded? Same ol' gimmicks and same ol' songs, if s**t don't change Imma say so long. © 2008 Matthew WebbReviews
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1 Review Added on October 24, 2008 Last Updated on October 24, 2008 AuthorMatthew WebbFalls Church, VAAboutI've been away for a few years. I'm back, and adding a s**t load of new work all at one time. Most of what I write is the equivalent of freestyle rhyme or rap. As of now there is no option for that, .. more..Writing
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