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Offline Dwayne_Bentlys

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GREELEY - Alter Ego
« on: October 02, 2017, 02:15:35 AM »
So you got a few followers, is it nice?
You think they'd be there if you didn't write your shitty rhymes?
You think they love you or just fuck you for that bit of shine?
I've been here from the get go, and you let them push my shit aside,
Who was there when your step dad died?
When you couldn't go and visit cause the stress that high?
When you cried into your pillow so your family couldn't hear you,
Who would help you dry them tears, wasn't them that night,
Hah!
I guess you've forgotten what I've done for you,
Nothing new everybody does your just another proof,
I thought you're different I was gullible to think it,
If I knew you would've did this would I've cut the noose?
Nah..
Remember when mums addiction was at its height,
And she would write suicide letters and threaten life,
Probably not, sorry forgot you left behind,
Every bad memory, ever try for better life?
Selfish... Who was there when you were on Welfare,
When you'd hide beneath the bed was it then you felt scared?
Tell them! It was me! Why you lie to them?
Why you even care they weren't there through the mileage then,
When your father abandoned you and your mum,
When he promised a birthday visit, but tricked you and didn't come,
Who would comfort you and help you,
Who would hug you when it fell through,
Who would love you through the hell it was me but nah,
Guess it means nothing, why don't you tell them about the writers block?
How your so insecure you couldn't even write a song?
How nothing ever felt right, you write but it felt forced,
Of course you don't shed light you hide why the hell for?
Mr open aren't you?
Mr show his art, then why the fuck you hiding behind a line like a Roman mask?
You sobered up but your drinking again, tell the truth,
Tell em how everything bad seems self induced,
I remember when you cried like a bitch,
You would sit there with your swollen eyes and hide as a kid,
All that violence you tried fighting took a right to the ribs,
You watched your mother get beat every night over shit,
Now you write all these songs, what you getting rich off it?
Cos I ain't seeing shit from it, not a thick wallet,
I wanna hit from ya, but your such a purist,
And only writing fucking music for the hip hoppers,
Man all that talk of depression, I'm sick of hearing it,
Do it, forfeit and end it,
Tendons torn, empty bottle of Morgan's stored by the bed,
And every last thought of me and you is gone in a second,
Can't believe you've gone and done this, I was there for you,
I was the only one to ever love or care for you,
Now I'm scared for you, death is in the air,
Yeah you can't see it but it's definitely there,
How you sending yourself broke and neglecting your missus?
Is it worth it or is it worse for you entering the business,
Cos that's what it is.. Don't say it isn't,
Your not having fun like you were in the beginning,
So why the fuck you still doing this?
You would think after all of this shit you bin through you woulda threw it in,
Do it.. Just do it quick,
I don't wanna feel the pain no more, I so want the noose to grip,

Everybody says you're fine cause you hide it,
I know what you are when it's quiet,
Your alone,
Everybody thinks that your sweet,
They don't see what's underneath,
When your alone,

Everybody says you're fine cause you hide it,
I know what you are when it's quiet,
Your alone,
Everybody thinks that your sweet,
They don't see what's underneath,
When your alone,