My mom allways screams: ,,Ur useless!" or ,,Ur Grounded"...
that's how it is... getting it rounded...
but don't blame me if we think in different ways,
cuz unlike you...i need my own space....
spending my days rapping...or maybe...tieing my lace...
u know...living my life with my own pace...
But that's me...that's my deffinition...
And i can't change...so it's not an option...
I'm me....don't try to change me...
and...sorry mom...but i ain't no baby...
i have my own way of living...
and an unique way of thinking...
that's my feeling...
U don't like it? Ur prob.
What...u thought you'll hold my hand untill my prom?
Well sorry...but reallity can be cruel...
That's life...deffined as a duel...
between your will and your lifestyle,
and don't say i'll cry-ill'_
....cuz it wont help you...your choice is made...
and it's gonna remain the same at the end of the day...
U chose ur boyfriend...cuz i didn't integrate_
to your lifestyle...so invigorate_
me...are you really that much ashamed_
of me? Or are you just being framed_
by your feelings...the feeling of fear...
so you're stabbing your own son...from the rear...
well done...but mom...i'm not a machine
...i live as i please so...if u don't like me..._
just tell me to leave...
So don't blame me if i don't think in the same way as you...
my motto is...RESPECT ME-OR FUCK YOU!

Se izvinuvam na greskite...nekoi od ovie zborovi ne se ni rimuvaat...
ili rimata e slaba...ali ne slusam americki rap...i ne pisuvam na angliski...
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Don't ask me...why i dont smile...
life took away everything from me...iven my lifestyle...
But i am not gonna blame God for my own mistakes...
cuz they're mine...just like the quakes_
i make when i'm playing video games_
or when i'm rap battling on the stage...
What's the point of this freestyle...someone may ask...
what's my goal...or my task...
My mission is...to figure out am i a good person...
that's the reason...im' writin' this...
And do i deserve to be loved...just like everyone else?
Or am i alone...with no one else...
Is there anyone who can take me with my good sides...and my flaws?
I'm done just waiting for the luck of the draw...
i'm asking dirrectly...and those questions deserve an answer...
am i worthy to be called human...or i'm just a cancer?
Mettaforically said.... the translation follows...
can i hope for love...or am i hollow...
which means...does anyone care...
if i'm hurt...or am i just a spare_
part...for the machine called humanity...
tell me now...before i fall in total insanity!

Se izvinuvam na greskite...nekoi od ovie zborovi ne se ni rimuvaat...
ili rimata e slaba...ali ne slusam americki rap...i ne pisuvam na angliski...
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