[Intro]
Yeah, I've been through a lot of shit
It’s fucking crazy
This journey started off when (yo)
[Verse 1]
I feel trapped again, I’m lost
I start panicking, I walk
In circles but when they talk to me I just stop
Like a mannequin, there’s no point to any which they’re asking, cause
They never listen to me, ever it’s pissing me off
Willingly soft, cause If I snap, I’m getting the talk
From my social worker, telling me that it’s over, I’m gone
Watching me over in my home, setting the rules through the phone
I don’t know that it’s them, so I just go fucking еxplode
I ain’t told shit, of what this stems from, the еxtent of
Their control over me, I need a voice, won’t do what I’m told
Been writing rhymes for a little and feeling confident in them
It’s like a guiding light, it’s precious, and I hope all will feel ‘em
This venom in my pen, creating a legend
All this rage is my engine
From being mentioned, not listened to
It’s 2020, but lockdown won’t prevent the sound
Of plenty plenty my doubts
Better be hearing me now, and fucking
[Chorus]
They don’t get my madness
They all think I’m crazy
But I’m gonna show my rage again
This is how they made me
They don’t get my madness
They all think I’m crazy
But I’m gonna show my rage again
This is how they made me
[Verse 2]
I’m in a group home now, but I’m settling in
But never settle with the pad or the pen in which I’m meddling in
Met a new friend, and man I’m living again
His name is Callum, he wants to learn to rap so I give him some tips
Together, engineer a terroristic big rip of some shit
That we seen through our experience, what we been through as kids
In a system of violence, we out Oranga Tamariki
Now we heard, ‘cause we ain’t speaking, we leaking all of our feelings
But it ain’t soon to last, we had fun making tracks, but it came, went and crashed
The group home had shut down, after 8 months of fun
It all came to an end, I feel my reason to rhyme had gone
So I put down the pen, I’m never rapping again
They proved my point, I have no fucking power, man, shit
I finally, got my voice, they just grabbed it and ripped
It out of my fucking hands, so fuck this shit man I quit
I’ve lost this rage again, I’m done
[Chorus]
They don’t get my madness
They all think I’m crazy
But I’m gonna show my rage again
This is how they made me
They don’t get my madness
They all think I’m crazy
But I’m gonna show my rage again
This is how they made me
[Verse 3]
Fast forward 4 years, been in like 5 more homes
And I feel the urge to go pick up the microphone
I may have been gone for so long but still wrote
But nothing on the page, came out anywhere near as good
As it did with my friend, my life’s coming to an end
If I can’t spill out my thoughts, I really need this again
I need to build up my strength, cause right now, I’m a nervous wreck
I don’t deserve this shit, man I deserve respect
For what I’ve had to endure, all of my fucking life
And my outlet isn’t even fucking coming out right
I’m outright pissed off, my voice won’t do what I want
I lost, my ability to make a listenable song
Twisted intentions was the best I got
But I listen back, cringe, and also pissed off
It’s like I have all this talent, but it won’t come out right
All these thoughts in my mind, but it just don’t sound right
But now I’m gonna fight hard to get this shit
I’m the grind, all night, writing for the hit
Of adrenaline I get, right in my system
Of having what I never had as a kid
I believe completely, this is as bad as gets
Now with words I’m returning all the backhandedness
That I was fed
It’s apparent that
I’m getting better
I’m letting out all this pain again
The page is red, because
You are all feeling the fucking rage again (rage again)
[Chorus]
They don’t get my madness
They all think I’m crazy
But I’m gonna show my rage again
This is how they made me
They don’t get my madness
They all think I’m crazy
But I’m gonna show my rage again
This is how they made me
[Outro]
RageGames: How are you buddy?
Hyped: Hi
*Laughter*
RageGames: Hi, wanna make a rap?
RageGames…