ALL KINDS OF HELL
(Wasco, California)
Your game is as disposable as a dry peach pit,
Because your rap is so full of bullshit!
Your sincerity is tired and lame,
Like your attitude is worthless blame.
You say you're a gangster and a thug -
Because of the oppression by 'the man.'
I view you as a pitiful, lost little bug!
You're only 16, with your head deep in the sand.
No one has oppressed you, stupid ass!
You live in the land of the blame game.
Your problem is you've been given a blank pass.
You are a spoiled brat without any aim.
Talk to your mother and learn something!
Breath some fresh air and get rid of the idiot 'bling.'
Get your ass back in school!
You can't swim and you are drowning in life's deep pool!
You’re not a man, as of yet.
You’re running around being a stupid fly in a dangerous net.
Home is where your game should be honed.
These streets will only get you battered and stoned.
So, be the one in a hundred who becomes enlightened by the street rope.
You’ve tasted the dope, you’ve smelled the dope, you’ve been a dope.
The horror you will face as an alternate reality of the continued actions you steer?
Life inside the hellhole of a prison I, your dad, fights through every goddamn year!
DAD
