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Rapper Pimp C found dead in LA hotel

by Mathilde

I get these bouts, Where I’m out,
getting down because I ain’t got clout
I scream and shout, full of doubt
Can’t believe that I’m such a lout

But maybe one day I’ll break free
And see why you had to leave
I’ve had time to grieve and I believe
It’s better you ain’t seeing me

But still this air is thick,
He’s still cutting me to the quick
I get sick, get scratched and nicked
Cause he’s still got me in his grip

He said you’re deranged
You’d better change
I’m leaving you cause you’re strange
What he meant  Was “don’t repent
Your ideals ain’t no big deal
Let them go, and come with me”
But I did not so he let me be

I know I won't always be
Shrouded in some mystery
Living my life of make believe
Waiting for everything to weave
Together, getting better, so the header
on the newspaper reads "Matty's new brilliant caper"
is all the rage, you turn the page
There I am on center stage

For now those things are in my dreams
Right now I'm falling off the beams
I thought I'd be so far by now
But I'm just a slacker, down and out
Never thought I got so much trouble connecting the dots
Thanks a lot, I fought, but my plans all rot
Keep at it they say, till you're gray
Things'll pan all out one day

I grew up in a video game generation
Have no time for books or contemplation
We want it fast and we want it now
Kill the bad guys, pop-kerplow

ehh, this rap's pretty dead.

People bring you down just to bring you down
I think I got lost just so I could get found
Instead I'm in a maze, in a haze, no-where bound
I've been wandering for days, and I'm still looking 'round

I thought I needed something like a tell-tale sign
I'm always hoping for something divine
Instead I get mixed signals, well at least they're maligned
I don't know what it is that I thought I'd find

I guess I need to go back somewhere where I was before
I hate knocking and beating on every door
I start to stand there wonderin' what I'm here for
Til I don't know if I can take it anymore

It seems the better I do, the worse off I am
I've been doing so well that I keep on getting into jams
I think I'll fall on my face but I stand there disgraced
I search for somewhere new, but always feel misplaced

THE END - I just can't write anymore.

Love,
Mathilde