B.B.Z Darney - Ghetto Guitar lyrics

[Verse 1] Self incarceration, writing these bars Doubt how much fight in my heart is left No longer see the life from the spark My pen relined in the dark No longer reclined any thought I grab it, it's dying to be forced A diamond of sorts, see it as my last resort Maybe one day, we'll travel and stay at resorts See, I roll with a chosen few Because only so many people can have your back when these moments brew Shattered dreams left a broken view Careful riding nextto the cycle of life because the spokes protrude Spitting food for thought they won't consume What's one supposed to do? If it cured (?), but the folks immune Dope rappers a dime a dozen, they not abundant It's hard to stick out so instead you might eye a puppet It be the reason why you find a bucket throwing guts I'm spitting realness in my saliva, soak it up [Hook] Throw my ills over this ghetto guitar It's still hip-hop, no heavy metal involved I'm up stressing the cause My dreams are dependent on songs An unheard voice, the bars they just cycle the halls [Verse 2] I'm disgruntled, just mumble under my breath Tunnel vision a ton of spitting belittle a son of a b**h Coming to grips, under equipped, can't stomach the sh** Done with the vents, contradictory, jumping the fence I wanna put my fam in a house, dance with a spouse The look on my baby girl as she glances about Y'all looking sour like you took a jab in the mouth Swipe you of your lead role, I be the protagonist now I got a buzz that's little to none, you figure I'm done? I'm far to stubborn to drop the pen and just run I'll fight the losing battle as long as the few of you look bedazzled And took the time out in order to push the album I'm many things to a lot of people (BBZ) Darney and I, we had to drop the sequel Rebu*tal of common evil, commandeer Sentences, I should've put a comma here The ambition to (?) oxygen, I'm outta here [Hook] Throw my ills over this ghetto guitar It's still hip-hop, no heavy metal involved I'm up stressing the cause My dreams are dependent on songs An unheard voice, the bars they just cycle the halls