'called as a Crap

(Verse 1)

 

One of the fine mornings when I woke screamin, “Its 10.00! Oh No!!”
I hear my mobile beep for the text from her
‘and there is no need of you’ it read so
Only she know the reason why she sent it, gotta decipher
Millions of guesses flowing in my mind
From this minute to yester evening, things it started to rewind.
Was I rude? Was I harsh? Was I not kind??
Thoughts flip and flap from front to hind
And when it became so hard to put up with
When it made me feel so perplexed
I got another beep, another text, it’s again her.
‘and there is no need of you asking that”, that read so
Confusions remained unresolved, Conditions remained unabsolved.
I casually saw the clock, “Its 2.30PM! Oh No!!”

(Hook) 

If this still looks like a rap, then I should say,
Its worth that I spared my Sunday nap
Reviews can be claps or a virtual slap
Or even this may be called as a crap

(Verse 2)

Hydrochloric acid did the job so well.
Made me fall in hunger like hell.
’gotta eat up something to exist”, went on my lonely yell.
I crammed in three burgers and started to choke,
Don’t laugh! I din’t joke.
For the memories started me to poke.
I was never in a full flow, neither was this poem
Feelin so low, it left me in a mayhem,
Catch ‘em,kill ‘em!, Catch ‘em,kill ‘em!
Am not the Amityville horror.
Am not a king of simile, am not a jack of metaphor.
Read ‘Kidnapped’ when I was 17, personified myself as David Balfour.
Sitting oblivious to correlate the things so far I said,
Cuz it made a million of thoughts boggle inside my head. 

(Hook)

If this still looks like a rap, then I should say,
Its worth that I spared my Sunday nap
Reviews can be claps or a virtual slap
Or even this may be called as a crap

 

(Verse 3)

You still wonder how the verse 3 gonna blow
Wella! Am trynna spill something sensible on the go
No kid is a rapstar when he’s born, Rapstars are made! U know??
But I don know why the world look ‘em like a foe
They are at their freedom to their lines.
Rulin’ their kingdom and skatin’ in gold mines
They smile and laugh seldom for they are busy with cocaines and morphines
Attaining stardom then boozing,and late night drivin’, gettin’ caught and payin’ fines
Hittin’ the headlines of the next day New York Times.
They never knew sentiments and yearn for hugs
For they are too cool for it, trendy and hustlin’ thugs
Still celebrated and rejoiced by all. Good market for their coffee mugs.
24*7 they rap and hip hop, cheatin’ the cop,
On the charts of Billboard their numbers always top.
And thus the life of a rapstar never has a full stop..
Story of a Sunday got over and the clock ticked 11.00PM sharp.
And now I got it, I asked her, “hey gal! Can we go out to shop?” 

(Hook)

If this still look like a rap, then I should say,
Its worth that I spared my Sunday nap
Reviews can be claps or a virtual slap
Or even this may be called as a crap