anyway 2 nights ago i got inspired to try and write a rapish thing.. never written more than 3 lines befour. i thought it was fun and wrote again yesterday and to night.
(this post was bloceked so it's more days ago now)
So this is all i have ever made: pliz throw all your hate at me, or not
Part 1, part 2, part 3, every part of life is a part of me/
And pardon me, if that part of me, is what u are to be, what u wanna be/
I just act accordingly* to these shitty people.. and if u look over to the wall u see/
It's written cuz i sound so awkwardly../
Come walk with me, baby talk to me, u know u can always talk with me/
And if he told u that your a 3.. wait
Numbers don't lie and your shaped like an 8/
If he sees 3, then he can't be straight/
like, hold on mate, she just walked out of hevans gate/
And we're on a date, her eays so bright went to ice skate/
That's the bait, i got this girl on a silver plate.. shes all i ate/
She looked so fine and she smelled so grate/
Shaved a thinn line, and i loved the taste/
enough with the smal talk, her pussy is a water park/
Every thing i do turn her oon/
That's autostart, i kiss every single bodypart, her body is a work of art/
I got so hard and her skirt's so short /
I think i love her, ogh well thats the thought/
And now somthing els...
It's dark inn here, i cry in bed/
I miss u so much, the smell of your hair/
The things u said, the way u care/
i cry at night, so much i fear/
Loosing u now, is to much to bare/
Life's no road, it's a bunch of stares/
I could end up as a gardeneer, an old man with a big brown beard/
so what to choose for this life long stair? i could just be the f*cing mayor (meeer)
Figuring out what path to take/
every ilution that i make myself/
Don't belive the excitement in my face/
U alredu know it's fucking fake!/
Fuck that cake u baked, i don't want it/
Ther's so much i can take, so much i can have/
Get a tablet for chrismas, and i just get mad/
It's all so sad, the contary gon mad/
It's all fucked up and we should all feel bad/
Smal boy got presents from his dad/
father gave him 3, but when he was done he had filled 5 bags/
He had gotten so much, not even thanked his dad
/And when u think about this spoild kid/
another kid is making music from 2 lids/
and cant even dream of one of the things given to this first kid
Money u think will make u smile/
but that's not mor than a simple lie/
it's what make some people live and some people die/
Spend 3k on a suit, feel important cuz your wearing a tie?/
So nice, screaming "me u need to bye!"/
And while u mister "well I'm such a fancy guy" is sitting watching the news and eating some pie/
A father died, a boy on the screen saying his last bay-bay/
It was a shame he died! But they had no food, nor clean water supply/
There's millions of people like this, and u don't care to provide?/
thinking "i look fancy, they can go on with there miserable life"/
the saddest part.. So can I.../
So I have my money, i'm not giving it away/
Earn more then they make in there life on a single day/
I got to much things, but life's not okay/
To many thoughts, do I have a reason to live I'm unhappy every day is gray/
A society were it's okay/
for some dude to post away/
about how his friend is gay/
and people comment shit they don't even dare to say/
A world were your personality is worth less than how much u weigh/
Living with comments like, Christmas is saved, that pig we can slay!/
Schooles were u get spitt on for getting an A/
were it's bad to be smart, play your life and study /
I hope non of u sthink this is okay/
Turining a coolorfull life into somthing gray/
Some think ther better because of money/
Screming fuck logic, i'm way more fancy/
It's a shame to say, but this is Norway/
Oh and as u can see, my engelish is...
anyway just ask away, or and say what's totaly wrong 
