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Write On! LiveWire

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Sitting on my ass
In the grass
Trying to make a rap
I’d rather be making my brother tap
Out, no doubt
Getting in trouble by my grandma
I think she’s at her last straw
Doing nothing on this dead rez
Feel like I’m at my end
Pushing myself
For my health
And all you can think about is my wealth
When I turn 18, it’s like,
That will be the day
They stop hating me.

People say I got a stutter,
But I’m the number one stunner
The gunner, they’ll blast you
Bomb cast you
I’m the outcast
The out last
I’ll school ya, fool ya

All these people talking smack cuz they hate me
But they all know that they ain’t me
On the mat, I put ‘em down
They even tap when it’s the other way around
There’s no stopping me
I’m on fire
I’ve been trying to get on the livewire
There’s no stopping me and that’s the truth
I’m through asking my mom what I can and cannot do.

By Joel Ward, Immanuel Goodlance, and Ricky Barragan

Posted by Sue Zalokar


Written by lickmypoetry

May 13, 2010 at 7:58 am

3 Responses

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  1. Enjoyed the interaction of the music with your rap…thanks for sharing it.


    May 13, 2010 at 12:48 pm

  2. I love this… what a rap!!


    May 13, 2010 at 6:30 pm

    • Thanks for reading. I can’t wait to share your comment with the fellas…they worked really hard on this. Sue


      May 13, 2010 at 7:24 pm

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