emcee's and femcee's(female mc's)

ARTIST RISKY TITLED THA CITY ON MY DESK

The ephemeral wind, acts as imagery of history
Sinned to a powerful mystery of the city within
Political gains gangster reigns confrontational thangs
Struggle strains, just to remain a hot part of the game
And one obtains fame from respect on a block
Where gangstas throw up just to avoid getting shot
The bright lights at night, keep dope fiends nocturnal
Seek a high to get by their cycle is eternal
Diurnal, passive by day, fiending at night
They a victim to spite allowing me to recount my life
In the city of fight, where everyday is a hustleOne must flex a muscle to avoid the struggleWhere few love you, and less want you to achieve
This city’s got greed, and I’m feelin’ the need
So I bleed tears of joy as fans smile on the boy
Become a man, hand in hand, I raise the land
To band, my city of pity, polluted like a dope fiends titty
Been on top but shitty, since it dropped origin of gangstas of course it’s gon’ flop
So I Get low and watch it from a window
As we livin’ in limbo I prepare for the cold
Cause again, we’re shaking my snow globe…

posted by LYRICAL LADY B.K.A SCORPIO POET @ 5:11 AM