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lomo - power of rap lyrics

he’s on his way to school, looking out the window
listening to simple rhymes, in a limbo
the bus stops, he gets off and becomes a minnow
in a world full of sharks, so he just billows
he takes his earbuds out, he fears, but doesn’t shout
when the kids who bully him seek him out
in front of a big crowd and start talking about
how he cowers and pouts when b-tches come around
the crowd starts laughing, they slapping hands and trashing
this little white kid, who’s just standing there tapping
his foot, maskin’ his face, not letting them crack him
he would try attackin’, but no one would back him
so he can only imagine what would happen
his eyes tear, but he won’t cry, he just runs away
trying to allay all his feelings of dismay
hoping to display toughness, though he’s afraid
he prays to exchange lives, but himself he remains
he clenches he fist ’til he has whitened his wrist
he can’t stop his angry thoughts, though he tries to resist
he twists around, and starts, slowly walking back to
the bullies telling himself, “they can’t attack you
without response, make them wish they never smacked you
then he sees their backs to him, he stops in his track to
ditch the idea and go straight to his cl-ssroom

the rest of the day goes by, each cl-ss is the same
the rap game’s in his brain, so he dont feel insane
blocking out the teachers, when they calling his name
he dont get the best grades, but he doesn’t feel shame
he’s just trying to dodge pain, and decrease his bloodstains
he walks through the front door, and into a hectic house
he takes one step in, now, he becomes skeptic ’bout
his amount of stress, it’s increasing rapidly
with his family, there’s no living happily
his dad drinks absently, so he feels apathy
the rest fight constantly, he’s losing sanity
they dont ask he he’s doing, where his black eye’s from
but he don’t care about them either, he just hides them
from his thoughts, but sometimes, they’re on the horizon
and he thinks about them, but keeps his thoughts inside him
now listening to rappers talk about sh-tty
childhoods, he relates, though he’s not from the city
he’s dreaming now, f-cking pretty girls, no more pity
on him, cause he went from zero, to positive
but his dream ends when his mom says he’s not causative

he goes to bed, wakes up, after nine hours
goes back to school, once he’s done taking a shower
goes through the same sh-t, still letting bullies power
over him, but no one sees his anger’s rising
devising to fight back, but only despising
his self – esteem’s too low to make an uprising
he does the usual and runs from his troubles
though he wants to crumble them, ’til they muzzled
the day goes by slow, and he gets home finally
feeling anxiety, and anger entirely
in his mind, so he goes into his room quietly
he take anymore pain, so he just starts throwing
anything he can find, knowing he is going
to be grounded but he don’t care in this moment
his mom comes storming in, screaming at him, p-ssed off
at the damage to the house, but doesn’t shift off
and ask if he’s okay, she just takes his phone and leaves
no more rap for him, no more ways to relieve
his pain, during school, at home, he’s just left to breathe
and let anger take him over, like a thieve

two weeks p-ss and still everything has had no change
but inside, he’s starting to feel something strange
more anger and pain, but he also feels deranged
about this new emotion to not give a f-ck
about what anyone said, it felt good and stuck
he no longer took people’s word for who he was
he was going to define himself by what he does
he comes home from school one day, and he’s home alone
sits down, hoping his computer can atone
for his anguish cause his heart feels like a stone
he turns it on, and it lets out a groan, unknown
’til drums start, his mind says “pick up the microphone”
he starts freestyling and gets put in a zone
he could go for hours and barely be grazing
his true emotion and why he lives life hating
himself, but his mom walks in as he is making
a pun, he freaks out, and shuts off the computer
he walks out of the room and begins to tutor
himself after he grabs a new pen and paper
his computer plays beats, he becomes a chaser
after his dream, all his idols have aquired
he writes a song in an hour, and feels higher
than the bullies, himself he for once admires

when recording his song, his written anger’s ignited
scene looking like magic, and desire united
delighted with the song, he released it feeling excited
he tells no one in his school, he lives life private
instead, he keeps to himself and remains quiet
through the next few months, it’s only repet-tion
getting bullied, but still keeping the definition
of ambition, trying to keep his condition
positive, though most want no fruition
for him, his life’s got negative composition
he only feels good when he’s writing to fix hate
towards himself and make it sound like a mistake
he writes everyday, hoping to make a mixtape
and be just like his idols, when they first started
but he wants to be better, and more cold hearted
he’s written all of his songs, and just needs to record
he raps in the mic all night, and feels restored
to before he was bullied, awkward and ignored
then he mixes the songs and drops it on march 4th

his expectations for his tape were exceeded
this kinda joy is something he really needed
because the same bullies, everyday repeated
the same sh-t because the boy never conceded
but 3 weeks after the drop, someone heard a song
they noticed it was him, hit ‘share’ and sh-t went wrong
everyone heard it, but he didn’t know all along
he was just listening to beats and writing strong
the the next days comes, and everything seems normal
’til he sees kids staring, and thinks ‘this ain’t formal’
but he doesn’t ponder, and looks out the window
of the bus, listening to rappers give info
about being strong, f-ck anyone who hating
he gets off the bus feeling like dominating
anyone who f-cks with him, no more debating
but this feeling goes away when kids start degrading
his self esteem in front of another big crowd
he starts to walk away, ’til he hears one of them shout
a line that he made, it hits him so loud
but he doesn’t react, he just continues walking
away from it all, but the bully keeps talking
now his anger’s peaked, he can’t let him keep mocking
his raps, so he turns around and socks him in the mouth
he hits him so hard, he knocks him to the ground
he almost knocked him out, but he’s no longer bound
to what the bullies had said he was, he broke the chain
but not for long, cause the rest of the crew started to rain
on top of him and started throwing punches at his brain
but the boy was already happy with his gain
security had to come over to break up the fight
and as he was lifted up, he swung once more to spite
the crew who’s always made him feel like he was worthless
the crew who made him spit those cold – hearted verses
the last punch he throws hits the leader in the throat
he falls down, the boy spits in his face and goes
to the office with bloodstains all over his clothes
and he’s finally proud of himself cause he fought back
he takes the punishment, but nothing can crack
his high, his contentment as a person
he’s proud to know his self – esteem cannot worsen
because he stood up for himself and won respect
from his conscience, the man in his head can’t affect
him no more, as well as any man on the map
cuz he destroyed his foes with the power of rap

- lomo lyrics

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