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Madkol

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  1. On Sunday, November 29, 2015 at 2:40 PM, Jacoby said:

    I can relate to this heavy man, I like how you detail what it's like to live in a rough environment to the point of where somebody who grew up privileged could put themselves in ya shoes. This is some good stuff dawg.

    thank you bro. sorry I took so long to respond to your feedback. I haven't been on this site in months

  2. 11 hours ago, Mahesh said:

    Hi there,

     

    As Hobo has mentioned the board guidelines, I had to remove your other topics. Please make sure you adhere to the guidelines. Let us know if you need help.

     

    Thanks,

    Mahesh

    Sorry for not adhering to the guidelines. Next time I will respond to more of other peoples posts, but can u please put my songs back. I worked really hard on those.

    thanks

  3. Chorus]

    And I can’t help, but think it’s just another day
    Nothing’s ever gonna change
    It’ll always stay the same
    And I wish I, could somehow find a way
    To escape all of the pain
    Sometimes I wanna put a bullet to my brain
    Whoa, whoa, a bullet to my brain
    Whoa, whoa, yeah

    [Verse 1]

    When I was younger I told my mother I’d have her covered
    I’d pay the bills that give her chills just thinking about those f*ckers
    Yeah we were poor as hell, everybody could tell
    The family motto growing up was ‘Save Yourself’
    When there’s nobody there to protect you from the hood
    I was ten years old ain’t living like I should
    Pistol cocked in my pocket just to get to school
    Knife in my belt, no rules, shit was cruel
    And life was like security, we couldn’t make it through
    If you had to make money, you got it selling crack
    And it made you think about how you got to where you’re at
    Sometimes I’d put a gun to my head and cock it back
    Every motherf*cking night I would stare into the black
    And the only thing that ever made it better was rap
    When I had nothing else, just a pen and a pad
    Sitting by myself, writing songs about my dad
    Wondering what happened to him, where the f*ck he was
    Sitting in a cell by himself because of drugs
    Wasting away, not giving a f*ck
    I used to be the victim of the hood, getting pushed around
    But after seeing everybody shot, you can’t hold me down
    Everyday sirens and firing is the only sound
    If you live where I’m from, you don’t f*ck around

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2]

    I would sit on the edge of my bed, hanging my head
    Cause I couldn’t do shit when my mother was getting sick
    I would work hard everyday, to bring home the bread
    To end the suffering
    If my mother was here now, I know she’d be loving it
    I’d buy her a house, maybe two just for the f*ck of it
    She’d never have to worry, never have to give up again
    Never have to lose hope, when shit was getting tough again
    Like when you’re on the streets, just trying to survive
    And every f*cking day seems like a waste of time
    You’re f*cked up and you feel like you’re losing your mind
    And lately the only question you’re asking is why
    So you go to the one thing you never thought you’d do
    You f*cking swore to God you’d never put yourself through
    But now you’re popping pills with a bottle of vodka
    And realize that you look just like you’re motherf*cking father
    But you don’t even care cause you’re so drunk and f*cked
    We got a man down, someone call 9-1-1
    Your mind’s racing back and forth
    Wishing you were never born
    Wishing that you didn’t have to suffer just cause you were poor
    You’re looking for a way to escape all of the pain
    Sometimes you wanna put a f*cking bullet to your brain

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]

    Now I laugh in the face of death, knowing I’m blessed
    And I never have to worry about money again
    I graduated from the city where everybody’s depressed
    And I thank God for rap, it took the weight off my chest
    It helped me get through the worst, now I’m becoming the best
    I’ll keep powering through, no one can put me to rest
    Now everything from my past, is everything that I write
    Everything that I rap, is everything from life
    Like selling drugs in the hood, trying to stay tough
    Do whatever it takes without giving a f*ck
    I used to be bound by these chains on me
    But now I’m praising The Lord, thank God that I’m free

    [Chorus]

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  4. For advice on continuing, I might recommend comparing common aspects of life now (that aren't necessarily good) to how God intended it to be. For example, you could say something about going to prison at a young age because of drugs, and compare that to kids getting an education instead. If you think of if that way and stay generally on that same vein, you'll surprise yourself at how much you can come up with. Hope that helps.

  5. [Verse 1:]

    Take the 'F' out, and get the true meaning of life
    Mama said to survive, you gotta stay tough
    Don't trip shit, just glide
    So I keep a sweatshirt hood over my eyes
    I see lyrics in my dreams, so I keep it dark inside
    Haven't seen the light of day, since I learned how to write
    To see beyond human thoughts, take a trip through my mind
    Unwind, and rewind. Get your hands off, this time it's mine
    Money talks and I swear it only tells lies
    Cry wolf, Im'ma make you motherf*ckers whine
    I ain't judging shit, I'm just bluffing man
    Half a million people wouldn't be enough cover my ass
    For the damage I've done, f*cking with your minds is only half of the fun
    I just go with the flow, 'til I'm outta control
    Would I end up part of the crowd? f*ck no
    Cause the sound of footsteps, represents bullshit
    Wipe your feet on the mat, and spell the words 'look back'
    Everytime you run, it's in stride with pride
    Of the people that are saying that the people never die
    Cause vanity is taking precedence over time
    But God's coming back with a fire in His eyes

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