Ghetto Guitar - Umang

Self incarceration, writing these bars

Doubt how much fight in my heart is left

No longer see the life from the spark

My pen relined in the dark

No longer reclined any thought

I grab it, it’s dying to be forced

A diamond of sorts, see it as my last resort

Maybe one day, we’ll travel and stay at resorts

See, I roll with a chosen few

Because only so many people can have your back when these moments brew

Shattered dreams left a broken view

Careful riding nextto the cycle of life because the spokes protrude

Spitting food for thought they won’t consume

What’s one supposed to do?

If it cured (?), but the folks immune

Dope rappers a dime a dozen, they not abundant

It’s hard to stick out so instead you might eye a puppet

It be the reason why you find a bucket throwing guts

I’m spitting realness in my saliva, soak it up

Throw my ills over this ghetto guitar

It’s still hip-hop, no heavy metal involved

I’m up stressing the cause

My dreams are dependent on songs

An unheard voice, the bars they just cycle the halls

I’m disgruntled, just mumble under my breath

Tunnel vision a ton of spitting belittle a son of a bitch

Coming to grips, under equipped, can’t stomach the shit

Done with the vents, contradictory, jumping the fence

I wanna put my fam in a house, dance with a spouse

The look on my baby girl as she glances about

Y’all looking sour like you took a jab in the mouth

Swipe you of your lead role, I be the protagonist now

I got a buzz that’s little to none, you figure I’m done?

I’m far to stubborn to drop the pen and just run

I’ll fight the losing battle as long as the few of you look bedazzled

And took the time out in order to push the album

I’m many things to a lot of people

(BBZ) Darney and I, we had to drop the sequel

Rebuttal of common evil, commandeer

Sentences, I should’ve put a comma here

The ambition to (?) oxygen, I’m outta here

Throw my ills over this ghetto guitar

It’s still hip-hop, no heavy metal involved

I’m up stressing the cause

My dreams are dependent on songs

An unheard voice, the bars they just cycle the halls