President Of Old School

Some people just think i am old school i told you

i own fools like stoned jewels when i flow through

the mic has been my soul when i hold it i roll sick

keepin shit real i just flow thick i love old shit

so keep hatin my style i keep my spit raw

my rhymes brings the crowd like some hit draw

packin you with punches like tyson packs his bags

you fail to bring your own style cuz acting black is wack

want to stay just underground while people get stunned around

i make you tap your feet to rap,like i just burnt the ground

i work hard my self,so i keep the ''rest'' aside

elvis left the building , cuz i just stepped inside

like your times on bed , you know your shots are lame

only time you've left a bench mark was at your soccer game

you know i shape your vision,dont you? mic is the tool i mould to

i make speeches in rhymes to hold you,like i am the president of old school

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Went for a movie alone!

I felt lonely again, it was homely but then

I was slowly retained till my soul be withheld

it was a crowded place but still felt so empty

Had no one to talk to, but still thoughts were healthy 

Was thinking of my love, all the way

I didn’t get to hear her voice, all the day

Didn’t really enjoy that moment, cuz she wasn’t with me

In every single moment loneliness was about to slit me

What is now gonna hit me??

Which thought of that moment we spent together?

Is she weeping now? Or  trying to get things better??

Weather she is angry or is she getting over things?

Looked at her picture in my wallet, thought of happiness she always brings

Waiting for her call, hoping she leaves a message

She is always in my thoughts I can never be lonely in this passage.