Class Act
 

nothing comes easy, put in this world to fight
i know my reps on the line, doin' curls with life
i aint never seen a king, without kingdom scars
your nobody, until somebody thinks you are
s'why i always plan shit, executed the plot
buried, so nobody knows, only you and ur god
you cant trust anybody, i dont play with teams
keep your secrets, take'm to the grave, my G
they say loose lips sink ships, and thats a fact
my boats been afloat 33 yrs, im a classic act
the shit i know could bury folks, deep in hell
important information, i aint felt the need to tell
last of a dying breed, we all know where we at
populations getting thin, its aerobics for rats
world took a twist for the worst here lately
the realness is dying, with every birth of a baby

The first line was clever I liked that, this was short but didn't need to be long, it worked perfect. Nice little written here Genocide. Rhymes were basic but that's okay

the return to the written word. this was vintage.

nothing terribly heavy in terms of content - but this was a personal commentary from your own perspective and nothing less. you got a bit broader at times, discussing the population at large towards the end but the majority of this is like your ode to the struggle you face. but not as a victim. as one who overcomes, biting the bullet and striking back with twice the force. its more of an aural impression than one of singular quotation.

good to see this.

thank you man.