Ruined

These lyrics were submitted through RapPad - Write Better Lyrics I start all raps, with my heart collapsed Attacked by martyrs of the past All the visuals makes me travel back Fuck that I don’t need more tears I fear I'ma have to burn this stuff Enough is enough, I’ve suffered enough Picked up the pictures, the all the frames too Just threw them in the fire and the flames grew And drew up a blue image of the day he died Petrified, I stared and cried There he lied 6 years ago in my embrace His face was calm, as if the wounds didn’t seal his fate Killer escaping, gone, but he said it would be ok “You pray that I reach heaven” were his last words I heard them again, and the flame no longer burned I suppose you think this story will make me accept his death Nothing left. But wait! I just saw who took my uncles last breath So no, this story doesn’t end in acceptance Instead, I’m going to enact my vengeance I’m from a little "pisa" community Where half the people don’t believe in equal opportunity I’m equal too, or greater than, every single one of them They want to get like me, but I go the opened end And they got the closed one So door open for me, and doors close on em My teacher let me know that I was running out of chances I started gettin' better grades and started gettin' glances I told them what I wanna be They thought that I was crazy They said “your white” you can’t be the next Jay Z And your mexican side ain't helpin' either Who the fuck are youuu?? Who the fuck am I?? We’re two different people Livin' two different lives But there’s only one world So it only seems right That I forget you And everything you say Cause now a days There's no room for the hate I wanna be fly, G6 I wanna be hot, Phoenix I want people readin' bout me, Beatrix But the color of my skin predicts That me makin' it won't happen But I'ma do what I can to make it happen You don’t know shit, but still talk it You need to grow up, because you get old quick You always assume you know and so you never ask So even when you show up first, you still finish last Slow and steady wins the race mother fucker I always keep a steady pace mother fucker So you can be the goat, I’ll be the tortoise In the end I’ll be a God so call me Horus In the end I’m gonna ball, call me Horace If I could Grant you a wish, I would make you gorgeous But I am not Magic, Isn’t that unfortunate I’m rich, But i ain't gonna cure you Your the killer And I’m already famous, I’m not the person for you Fuck with you gon’ best die next Watch who you fuck wit I can kill you just like that You ain’t shit, so you can’t be modest So when I’m gone remember me for being honest