Rap game

Hello, thank you for taking your time reading my story, just to list some information. Im Norwegian, im 17 years, I am not kidding about my story. so lets begin…
from when i was 13 i started to think: do anyone actually care when im gone? I was thinking ALOT and i’m pretty sure my thoughts where much more serious than other kids on my age back then. How is life after death? Who would cry when im gone? Who would even care? questions remain without answers.

Later on in my life, i got many false friends, actually no real friends.. BUT i’d just carry on, i was sad, but that was just the beginning. 15 years and no good friends, i started to think of leaving this world, permanently. My parents seemed to care about me, it would be selfish to just, disappear for suicide, i chose to slowly end it. i drank so much energy drinks every day, and some workout, and THAT makes your heart beat real fast. It wasnt good at all, hurting as hell. but the day passed and I stood still strong, stronger actually with all that work out.

So began my love-life i met this girl that made my life brighter than the sun, I was on top of the world for real! then days passed, happy and sad times, fixed it everytime. till that one day that i realized i hurt her cuz she wanted friends like.. boys, i was jealous as fuck. so days went by with crying, me and her, we werent happy anymore. One night i told myself, she is too good for me, and i ended it, she is happy now, I did that i did not want, just to see her happy. anyways, after that she hurted me alot, if i was broken she really destroyed me. told me stuff, called me stuff, even talk shit about me. all because i wanted to see her happy.

After that I started rapping. Tupac and 50 Cent was like gods for me. Tupac for his wise words about life, how u gonna fight back and try the best to be happy. 50 Cent because he began from nothing into something, because he was a fighter. I hope you are still with me, im sorry to bring in my interests and stuff but this is my story and its real. So now, I had no friends, no girl, and i did not believe that my parents cared, rumors was on school that i smoked weed, taking drugs at party and all that. I don’t know why people do this, I don’t talk much, and i don’t trust people anymore from then.

Finally I got 2 real god friends, and today i still have, i wouldt trade our friendship for anything in the whole world!! they helped me alot, its then i realized they were my best friends, because i was in the woods one day with an razor, and before i made the 3 and final cut he grabbed the knife and throwed it away. I will remember that day till the day i die, cuz it was a rare day, both darkness but still light, like those two were fighting.

My rap, well, I don’t think it is good, but it helps me when i think too much about the past, my rap is based on hate, love, and pain.

WARNING BEFORE READING LYRICS!!! I WROTE THIS TO FIND THE HUMOR IN MY PAIN, IT HELPS ME TO BE HAPPY

Slice slice here we go again

do u think im insane?

Its not my problem if u say ure the same

I’ll just run my game and see whats happens next time I aim

woops here comes the blood shed, all over the floor

and in some minutes i will turn dead

but thats cuz all the lies u fed

that made me rest 4ever in my bed

do u cry when im red?

Im hated an gone, get away, I ain’t answering the phone

Look ***** thiz is how u made me

I rap no-way like Shady, big game im ready, bring the lady, i must be the devil cuz holy christ kicked me out when i just was a little baby, maybe I AM crazy or it is the darkness that flow maybe

is it me or it is very hard too see, a bottle with some whiskey and i can’t let it be

call me master Young Lee, thats what im just about to be

imma defination to problems, imma very bad omen, and u can’t let it be

im darkness itself can’t you see?

and Bcuz of all that whiskey i really need to pee

The razorblade solution, solve shit, cut shit, what am i sayin, just eat shit and die

Im in a position to make a little pie, of your neighbors, u wanna die? pick a set of molotovs and get ya ass fry

put a razor and it is all about to fade, all that was made, a shitty memory and a life, telling ya, u have to kill me twice to get your fancy prize

Pain is my biography, death is my salary

I told you that my rap is shit, but it is helping me:)

I am a survivor, and I want to live longer cuz im lonely and i really want to meet another girl, hopefully the girl i’ll be staying with till my very last breath..

Ps this story is shortened, anyway, i hope this got u any wiser. Thank you so much for reading 🙂