tell me what you think...

[Lyric]

tell me what you think, im gonna type up one of my kick ass songs, or atleast what i have so far, let me know what you think, it dosent have a name yet, but i call it "that depressing song'


Ive lost so meny loved ones,
no more runin da streets fo fun,
no more bright days in da sun,
nothin but shadow n black rain,
heart ache and pain,
there lives were stolen in vain,
there souls have been slain,
just thinkin about it hurts inside,
i remember my boy ask if i was ready to ride,
after sayin he would always be by my side,
maybe if i went wit em,
they woulda made it,
or maybe id be like them wif my soul faded,
my lifes so suraded,
atleast thell never be forgoten,
and at least i know my memorys will never be stopd and,
i'll get my revenge on them pigs fo poppin,
wif da fo-fo popin,
and the barrel sill hot,
n,
i knew i could always trust my homie,
he was my right hand,
you know,
my main man,
ya i'll atmit i cried,
i just cant discribe all the pain that i felt inside,
i just cant beleve he had died,
and ya'll wanna know why i cry,
i cry for everybody livin on da streets,
and i cry fo everybody that the wraith meets,
death aint a joke,
it aint funny,
i remember seein my homie wif his chest all bloody,
i remember seein his soul choke,
where like a cigarette to the world,
were inhald,
and blown out,
like second hand smoke.

so...what chal thinks about it?

[Squee]

I liked it. ;D

[Nnyrox]

That's nicely done Mikey. I indeed like it. ^_^

[Lyric]

thanks, maybe one day you'll be able to ear in, with a beat even ;D

[Lyric]

I got another one. tell what cha think, its not finishd, i only workd at it for about ten min.



Just One Day.
Writen by Mikey Witcher, A.K.A. -HK-


Damn,
another trafic jam,
been sittin for a fuckin hour,
i dont know,
but somehow this fools car lost all power,
buzzer beeps,
the gauge reads no flow,
aint no gas to make this car go,
get out the car and walk,
its stolen anyway,
but i know theres no way that they'll catch me,
I'm HK,
the hatchet killaz on the move in da blazein sun,
the tempiture is risen,
the murcury is elevatin,
but while im walkin by these fools start ta hatein,
fuck there shit,
pull out da hatchet n start swingin,
decapatein every livein bein,
im tired of the shit they be sayin,
purpatratin,
aparently its not kool ta paint cha face,
well fuck that im part of the wicked clown race,
and i dont care what u say,
i'll chill at dis place,
after about ten min.,
shit got borein,
all the sudden rain started porein,
jumpd on the bus,
somethin ta do,
keep me dry,
but i'm goin to the wrong part of town,
this dont fly,
without my boys in that kinda mess,
im fuckd up,
even if i do my vary best,
i wont front i get my ass kickd from time to time,
not realy enogh to right about in ryme,
but it happens,
im not the hardist,
bud the funny part is,
im still on this damn bus,
fuckin driver wont stop,
so i had pull out my peace to give him a shock,
that did it,
he pulled right over,
then he was like,
son the shows almost ova,
well fuck that,
i squeezed the triga of the gat,
wich is sad,
cuz he was kinda a kool kat,


(Chorse)
this is just one day of my life,
only at ten am and already had a fight,
just wait till we get to my night,
then everything should be alright,


finly,
got to my boys house,
laugh my ass off,
he's tripin cuz of a mouse,
then agin,
homie's always tripin,
only cuz it go'se along with sipin,
asked him ta pass me one,
tell him about my day so far,
and all the fun,
after a few hours,
the phone rings,
its his bitch,
the hos askin for money like we rich,

[Squee]

Neat. ;D

Though, seems it cuts off. Or it sposed to end there? xP

[Lyric]

its not done, my dad started talkin to me.