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    dots Submission Name: SOuthern COmfort "soco"dots
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    Author: dark figure
    ASL Info:    17/m/uk
    Elite Ratio:    4.19 - 66/74/29
    Words: 329
    Class/Type: Lyrics/
    Total Views: 1419
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 2072



    Description:
       this was inspired by a song called stomp by young buck a drink called soco and my life where i live which happens to be south london :P hope you enjoy.

    only rap ive seen on elite skills :P so i present to you a bit of my life :P



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    dotsSOuthern COmfort "soco"dots
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    Were Iím from people
    Get shot
    And it happens to be.. That I see this a lot


    An I see kids crying in the street.. While their daddies are getting locked
    Stopped
    5 times a day.. Nah thatís not a lot

    In south were live.. In this mad place
    You donít even wanna look.. In another niggers face

    Cos you might get yo'll ass killed
    Get shot up and filled

    Might get robbed for your new phone
    Might not even.. Reach home

    I see kids smoking weed like its legal
    Some breh just purchased a new degal.. Already got two desert eagles

    cos Iím from south and this is life
    Just like the way every one is carrying a knife
    Police shook cos they donít wanna get their life taken
    So they alert like sirens cos these street niggers aint shaken
    (An Iím not mistaken)

    South London is where beefs at
    Bawlers in their top hats
    pimpin bitches like their top cats
    Getting stopp by the shoterz
    cos they know.. Where the p's at

    Turfs always changing
    Drugs exchanging
    Mothers crying
    cos their kids are dieing

    and about the knifes im not even started yet
    rude boys getting head counts.. dont wanna get set
    12 inch can get any size measurements but donít know their alphabets...

    cos Iím from south and this is life
    Just like the way every one is carrying a knife
    Police shook cos they donít wanna get their life taken
    So they alert like sirens cos these street niggers aint shaken
    (An Iím not mistaken)


    Donít wanna walk the streets at night cos people so scared
    Gun shots.. A noise that rings in ears
    Ambulance green lights that bring tears

    cos this is south London
    Its where the beefs at
    To many friends that have died
    But we move on cos thatís that
    (South London)





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      I liked it alot, and I thought that where im from was a bad place, liked the imagery in this, and how it just slams the reader with reality, the world to be a place of death and sorrow, how some people have it so hard, this was a very strong piece,

    "Were Iím from people
    Get shot
    And it happens to be.. That I see this a lot


    An I see kids crying in the street.. While their daddies are getting locked
    Stopped
    5 times a day.. Nah thatís not a lot"

    Well it sounds alot like a rap song, idk if it is supposed to be a rap song, but think it would be a really great one, the toughness, the reality, the sense of goundshaking rampage, bambling right onto the reader, lovrf hoe it rhymed.

    "In south were live.. In this mad place
    You donít even wanna look.. In another niggers face

    Cos you might get yo'll ass killed
    Get shot up and filled

    Might get robbed for your new phone
    Might not even.. Reach home"

    I can relate to this piece, to a certain point, cause ive been through some pretty tough sh'it but not like fearing for your life, just by getting eyecontact. very strong wording, and nice imagery.

    "I see kids smoking weed like its legal
    Some breh just purchased a new degal.. Already got two desert eagles

    cos Iím from south and this is life
    Just like the way every one is carrying a knife
    Police shook cos they donít wanna get their life taken
    So they alert like sirens cos these street niggers aint shaken
    (An Iím not mistaken)

    South London is where beefs at
    Bawlers in their top hats
    pimpin [censored]es like their top cats
    Getting stopp by the shoterz
    cos they know.. Where the p's at"

    This makes me think of rap, and I loved the rhyme, and that there's chorus in it, make me sure it a rap song even more, and that weed thing, we have that here, I dont touch it, cause I dont want to, even though I get it offered so freakin much, it sickens me, I see kids bambling around with joints in there hands like it cool, even though its not, anyway I loved the poem/rap/prose

    Very good and very realistic and strong.

    Cheers!!






    | Posted on 2006-12-30 00:00:00 | by -=Bass=- | [ Reply to This ]
      An excellent reflection of modern society, the cause and effect of a sinister status qou. I love the rhyme and I can't help but wonder when I read this if it is suppose toi be a slam peice or not. If not it would make a great one. Slam poetry the most powerful spoken words you can find, bleieve me. I love the constant allusion of sirens. The repeatition here is great. PEACE.
    | Posted on 2006-12-15 00:00:00 | by ConScribe | [ Reply to This ]
      An excellent reflection of modern society, the cause and effect of a sinister status qou. I love the rhyme and I can't help but wonder when I read this if it is suppose toi be a slam peice or not. If not it would make a great one. Slam poetry the most powerful spoken words you can find, bleieve me. I love the constant allusion of sirens. The repeatition here is great. PEACE.
    | Posted on 2006-12-15 00:00:00 | by ConScribe | [ Reply to This ]


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