Creation #3

Welcome classmates to the 8 wonder of the room

The girl of the century

Thanks for coming out tonight

You could have been anywhere in humanities, but you’re here with me,

And I appreciate that

S to the era, L to the evy

Fo shizzle my nizzle used to sizzle from the bay

Used to drink orange juice now mosa’s errday

And my parents say, you gotta work that M.B.A

Cuz knowledge is money and money means power

Work for that degree and make sure you tower

None for the cuddy’s, 3 for the murphays

Fo cheezy my neezy they be dancing so sleezy

Can’t stop this show, they all need me

Sistas got my back, you know it aint easy

Teachers try to stop me, classmates wanna top me

But I always get those A’s like Hawking

Hook:

S to the era L to the evy

Fo shizzle my nizzle used to sizzle from the bay

None for the Cuddy’s, 3 for the Murphy’s

Fo sheezy my neezy they be dancing so sleezy

Californiacation, this is my creation

San Francisco misses me it’s always my celebration 

Making sure I traveled around every single nation

Representing my home country, Hungary everyday

Eat that Túró Rudi, yeah, it’s a tasty chocolate treat

Now I got this rap and this brand new beat

Missing my hometown, Cali’s MIA  

West coast for my rents and east coast everyday

NYC is my dream but Cali is my heart

It’s where I started off thinking like Descartes

Hook:

S to the era L to the evy

Fo shizzle my nizzle used to sizzle from the bay

None for the Cuddy’s, 3 for the Murphy’s

Fo sheezy my neezy they be dancing so sleezy 

Creation 2

This world is deranged

Very sick and strange

I look around at what is right and what’s wrong

I look at people’s visions through words and songs

Our values are fucked up

And we don’t seem to care

We look at this world, as if it’s supposed to be there

We’ve been given this gift and we opened it too fast

We see people dying, and we don’t even spare

Not even a simple hello, or a look or a stare

I look around at what is right and what’s wrong

Like how we value our weak instead of the strong

We cherish our clothes, our diamonds or whatever we pursue

Or how we complain about our broken phones too

It’s a messed up world you see

For a child suffering means nothing to me

Because our society has focused my attention on shit

Like weather or not K fed is with Brit

People complain over which Jimmo Choo shoe

Would look better with their tank top that’s blue

Until they start to see their obsessions

Sure, every once in a while, we feel bad and donate our possessions

We see this fucked up world for what it is

But then a few seconds go by

And we focus our attention on what’s the next thing flashing by

I guess my point is simple but still

I’ve come to the point where I say what I want

But at the end of the day I have nothing to flaunt

I criticize people for their ignorant state

I throw them under the bus like they are fresh bait

I disappoint myself to a certain degree

Cuz I am just like everyone else, you see

I do nothing else but write out this plea. 

Creation 1

Sometimes I ask God questions

Sometimes I complain

Sometimes I say, God, why do you cause so much pain

Then I think to myself, I don’t believe in that fool

He’s nothing but a lie, who people look up to

If God were real, then why did Sara die

An innocent girl that was ripped up inside

Why did he leave her to suffer in silence

From the angry backlash of her boyfriend’s hand

And through relentless days of pain and torture

Everyday we stood at the same bus stop

As her shirt would reveal another scratch and bruise

Her gaze always down as if it was me

She’d grab her rosary and say a prayer, holding it tight, as if god were there

But where was he, when her skin turned purple

Or when she felt the backlash of strong man’s hand

Now, it took me a while to understand the truth

As everyday she would come to the bus stop

Her stomach, rounder, eyes filled with great hope

It saddened me to see

A girl of only fourteen

Happy to be changing her life

For a baby conceived from of anger and strife

As the months went by and her belly got big

You could see the look in her eyes

She wasn’t ready for a kid

Now, there came a time, where I’d help her up the stairs

Her backpack too heavy, her stomach attracting stares

So she dropped out of school, and I never saw her again

But only to hear, she hemorrhaged and died

But understanding that her pregnancy was completely fine

So I ask God this question

If you are real

Why did you let two innocents die

From a man who tortured both these beautiful lives?