Daddy's Little Girl
If I had my life to do over,
I'd have chosen you to be my dad
once more.
Even if it meant losing you again,
It's worth all the tears in the
world.
You were my sunshine when skies
were gray.
I loved you and honored you;
You took all my tears away.
I was happy to be with you,
Proud to be your little girl.
Sometimes we would argue,
But to me you meant the world.
Your love was always pure;
Your time seemed all too short and
I feel so alone.
What can I take from this?
My heart is completely crushed.
But nothing loved is ever lost -
And you are loved so much.
I Miss You Daddy.
Alleen Lachey- Died November 12th, 1990
I love you
I was checkin out the rhymin and I'm suitably impressed,
But nothin touches this shit coz I rise above the rest,
Amused and entertained, I see you're lyrical designers,
But can you think of any title other than 'Her Highness'?
D-Double keeps it short and slams it out with pure prowess,
His scheme is steady, on the ready, ain't no signs of stress,
Pushin his limitations like a true talented player,
Much kudos out to Double-D, the man's a lengthy stayer.
JJ spits precision perfect pure pulsating power,
But I can see his frustration, don't wanna make him cower,
The guy's got graceful style, heady strength, spirit and skill,
I read him awed, Syren's enchanted, far too moved to kill.
Each individual one of us, so different in our way,
I'm not givin this freestyle up unless it's only play.
It's been a while, once again since I participated,
Be cool in your criti-cism, don't get me agitated.
I'm signing off, I'm proud of this, it's not the hottest ever,
There's always room to improve yourself, Sy never says never 😉
aint no lie the styles we demonstratin, now yer inchin to the kitchen while me droppin plates and. i just turned off the radio music is getting obscured. with anti-virus protection this infection getting cured. typing up these rhymes at the edge of my bed. with a room full of weapons just turned off Dawn of The Dead. slightly sceptical at first but now im filled with paranoia. lookin round every corner thinkin i never knew ya. get me a stretcher with guys in white coats. get me a long sleeved one and a box of frosted oats. lock me in a room padded from the floor to the top. cause when i start bouncin off the walls i do not wish to pop. like smacks pourin milk and eatin from the bowl. wish i catch the frog from the lable frogs im gonna boil. no real lyrics here just a story of suicide. took out the rifle to my grill with my mouth open wide. pulled back the trigger but if the trigger stalls, i wont get to see my brains on the walls. getting a little explicit tonin it down, fo lil b steps in a kags me to the ground. I have never been a rebel for anything in my life. never lived a life of luxury so im dawnin a knife. here we go again gettin twisted with the lyrics. so i put a censor on thie label so yall dont have to hear it. this aint PG 13 this is PG 2005. wish i live that long just to say im alive.
clearin up a little mess about big willie. d-double busted my bubble like it was silly. thats ok i understand you had a message to send. we rap battled and im taking no offence. just lettin ya know all these people that we slandered. i talked about yer mom and i dont understand her. never knew her but i talked it instead. and said that you was givin her head. i was disrespectful in my lyrics sayin sorry in a verse. the longer it got the stranger the course. now back to the topic big willies no thug. home boy got scared cause he was attacked by a bug. he joined the terrible two and made his own stance. his own record label with southern renaissance. he had his own game plan he had his own mind set. in the end his group was really the beast kept secret. selling cds is a chore and cutts you down to the bone. specially when you start out an unknown. artist dont get me started cause bout four years ago. big willie died of cancer and it cutt off his flow. thats math four ya they were the big three. they were gonna top the charts and follow the beat. the dream was cutt short three years in the makin. now its only me left behind task of undertakin. i laugh now he said i was manager of the group. end up like Andy Warhall now 100 cans of campbell soup. my daddy was a screw loose too a little off the rocker. used to take my mom to the bedroom turn up the tv so he could sock'er. leave the washer runnin to drown out the story. two weeks fore dad died he told mom he was sorry. he was like a superman mr reeves couldnt top him. finally took 7 cardiac arrests to stop him. he died of my heart break heart breakin this rhyme. thats why i want lock up and lock up this crime. of insanity sanity is breaking me down. bound up like a killer and fillin a frown. i demostrate the worst bout dis fun is what we called it. but in the end bent up emotions is what stalled it. i shouldnt have gotten personal personals the way i tossed this. and personally is eventually the way i really lost this.
Originally posted by justjakk
clearin up a little mess about big willie. d-double busted my bubble like it was silly. thats ok i understand you had a message to send. we rap battled and im taking no offence. just lettin ya know all these people that we slandered. i talked about yer mom and i dont understand her. never knew her but i talked it instead. and said that you was givin her head. i was disrespectful in my lyrics sayin sorry in a verse. the longer it got the stranger the course. now back to the topic big willies no thug. home boy got scared cause he was attacked by a bug. he joined the terrible two and made his own stance. his own record label with southern renaissance. he had his own game plan he had his own mind set. in the end his group was really the beast kept secret. selling cds is a chore and cutts you down to the bone. specially when you start out an unknown. artist dont get me started cause bout four years ago. big willie died of cancer and it cutt off his flow. thats math four ya they were the big three. they were gonna top the charts and follow the beat. the dream was cutt short three years in the makin. now its only me left behind task of undertakin. i laugh now he said i was manager of the group. end up like Andy Warhall now 100 cans of campbell soup. my daddy was a screw loose too a little off the rocker. used to take my mom to the bedroom turn up the tv so he could sock'er. leave the washer runnin to drown out the story. two weeks fore dad died he told mom he was sorry. he was like a superman mr reeves couldnt top him. finally took 7 cardiac arrests to stop him. he died of my heart break heart breakin this rhyme. thats why i want lock up and lock up this crime. of insanity sanity is breaking me down. bound up like a killer and fillin a frown. i demostrate the worst bout dis fun is what we called it. but in the end bent up emotions is what stalled it. i shouldnt have gotten personal personals the way i tossed this. and personally is eventually the way i really lost this.
JJ, that's seriously awesome ✅
And thanks D, it's been a while 😮
first one for your thread kerry . it remains untitled though .
Does anyone care
as I sit in my chair
trying not to cry
as I long to die
There is no hope
as I try to cope
from day to day
to my dismay
As I wonder around
with my head hung down
anger fills my viens
I try hard to grab the reigns
No one knows the pain i feel
shards of glass in my heart are real
I wear a big smile and pretend
it will all be better in the end
Great Job Shell. I loved it 😄
Have I Ever
Have I ever told you
that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes. I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine?
Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
I imagine
your voice,
whispering into my ear?
Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day
in anticipation,
wanting
only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?
Have I ever told you
that there has been times,
when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me..
and so I sat and cried?
Have I ever told you
that sometimes,
I will reach out,
touching your name
on this cold screen before me,
wishing
I could reach in
and pull you to me?
Have I ever told you
that after the first time I heard
the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away,
I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over
in my mind,
examining it,
like some newly discovered species of flower?
Have I ever told you
that I would give everything up,
just for one night
to be able to lay near you,
to feel your chest rise and fall
with each breath you take,
just to know that you are real?
Have I ever told you
that I dream of you often,
I dream of you reaching out
and touching my hand,
simply to let me know
that you are there,
and everything is okay?
Have I ever told you,
have I still yet to tell you . . .
that I love you?
sorry i must change the tone again.
Reflections
When you look into the mirror who is it staring back?
Is it someone whom you want to be or something so abstract
that you push your fist past the reflection there?
As the blood flows down you stop and stare
at the one you hurt. Your hand is broken
and the pain you caused is surely no token.
This pain you caused to that reflection
can cause your sanitys' own rejection.
You're thrust into a pit of despair.
You can't find happiness anywhere.
Then suddenly, it all shines through.
The reflection that you hurt is you.