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My Balls, My Pride
"My Balls, My Pride"
I feel all I have left in this world, are my balls and my pride/
And a hate that just built up, until all of the feel good had died
I've been flung from side to side, & left where it weren't right/
I died again & again in my mind, with just a pen to take flight
I dream of revenge every night, and on some nights I attack/
Though I'm still free to write, so obviously no evidence for that
I speak too much truth in these raps, but what I am is real/
So why would I hide any facts, and then keep them concealed
Yet if a case has been built, and evidently I end up in prison/
I will not speak to the filth, I'll just give hell to the system
My little girl, I still miss her, though with a new sister & dad/
I wonder where is my position, I just wish I could have it back
I tried to do good on my pad, but they all laughed at my dreams/
So I wrote rhymes that attack, then they silenced my screams
I have a violence inside me, that fiends for bloodshed and war/
Now the sun no longer shines, on the light which I once saw.
Copyright 2013 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
I feel all I have left in this world, are my balls and my pride/
And a hate that just built up, until all of the feel good had died
I've been flung from side to side, & left where it weren't right/
I died again & again in my mind, with just a pen to take flight
I dream of revenge every night, and on some nights I attack/
Though I'm still free to write, so obviously no evidence for that
I speak too much truth in these raps, but what I am is real/
So why would I hide any facts, and then keep them concealed
Yet if a case has been built, and evidently I end up in prison/
I will not speak to the filth, I'll just give hell to the system
My little girl, I still miss her, though with a new sister & dad/
I wonder where is my position, I just wish I could have it back
I tried to do good on my pad, but they all laughed at my dreams/
So I wrote rhymes that attack, then they silenced my screams
I have a violence inside me, that fiends for bloodshed and war/
Now the sun no longer shines, on the light which I once saw.
Copyright 2013 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
Published 11th Feb 2022
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