It is basically the usual story of a boy in the ghetto, it started off as me telling me life story but as I wrote it, it came that so many rappers, friends, entertainers had shared this story. it was written 2 years ago
The Usual Story by The Ryan Phipps
Sad he’s oh so, because Daddy don’t want the
Son of A Bitch, who’s batty and country
It was all set in motion, once the stone started rolling
And the tears started falling
Ain’t no consoling, a bastard bawling
Cept for rappers scrawling songs
That hit home for this young
Neglected nigga…His history a mystery
Those dudes talk to his heart, misery visibly
Displayed, rewound and replayed
It seems it’s delayed
His chance to be saved…
Nope he knows no father
He thinks he might falter
So why bother to gather alters
Nope he knows no Father.
He’d rather author, the second coming of the carter
Newest Jack of the city – take it all hostage
To hold weight like the O-line of a Big-12 College
His hopes demolished, dreams resurrected out of tar
He is the streets…perfected for the war
Moms has no cure and the ails won’t fail
But he his damn sure the cells won’t bail
The wells won’t fill, it’s bottomless
The problems just, swell won’t tail and to the gen. populace
It’s not common sense, but to him, the target audience, he's cognizant
In his competence, school is overshadowed
In the war on drugs, he’s wining so many battles
An unloader of the metal
Too hopefully become holder of the medal
But truly he’s just another solider in the saddle
When it’s over and it’s settled
But it’s never older and it it’s never settled
This is the weight of the burden form the boulder of the ghetto
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