Dear Diary

Good Grief

Lyrics:

If a picture is a
Thousand words
No matter how it
Hurts I got a million
Sometimes you
Dig yourself at
That pain
To get that feeling,
I never grow 
Old I am healing,
Born torn
Secondhand a
First child 
Thrifting memories
Never planned 
To get rich
On life,
But here is a penny to the 
Thoughts of
Afterlife
I never really rolled it up
Cigar bars
Premium I got my stuff
Gaining on my life and I 
Think I am addeding up
Used to think I had enough 
You would think I had it tough
The diamond made from rough
I never had to bluff
So here is for the truth 
Can you hear it one time 
When you really want it 
Baby grind
In the end of day 
You will be prime 
Poor thoughts I 
Was taught 
Commoditize  my struggle
I am bought 
Mortgage these loans
Momma pay day
For we can’t afford 
Things we through
Away 
Interest wed rather give it
To the top,
Thinking back on what 
We watch in a box
Escaping that rainy 
Day living life cast away
On my block I never
Stray.
Middle class to 
Lower class,
I am feeling that 
Real life,
So when my voice on
You can hear it on the mic
You ever get the feeling like
They don’t hear the struggle 
And
When it’s broadcast it’s muffled

If they shut us down 
I am going down in 
A box a product of my
Thoughts over environment
Mind over matter
Abused losers risen it
Cause all the nights 
I ain’t shit 
We was never number two
Cause we wasn’t someone to you x2


You got to make it out,
glass shattered,
Who sees 20-20
I seen tatthered,
Visions and hues 
To say,
Your blue isn’t green,
Got sad,
Made a machine,
That’s art,
They don’t hear me 
On beats
That’s heart I
Bring it from the chess
And play that
Game a grand 
Master my disaster 
Collage broken
Shards cut our skin
Blood in ink I pen
Lines like cash 
I walk it,
East side pride 
I talk it,
They try to write me
Off,
Even in a lemonade
Stand I would rather be
My own boss,
What’s it cost.
Lost world integrity,
You ass it’s 
What I said I would be,
Bled and sweat I breathe
Measured
What’s brevity
When I say it I do it,
This ain’t music 
Spoken word is
Bond,
Til I break I am on,
Holding it down,
Six feet up when I’m
In the ground,
Cause they could 
Never hold us 
Down.
I seen through the system,
Mos-ilium 
All I am seeing,
I am above it 
Like blowing clouds
In public 
High nice to meet you
Though I been low
I was never beat to 
Not think 
I would do better 
I made it cause I
Had to what’s weather ?

Julius Stallone - Mind Over Matter (Prod. Julius Stallone)

The Black Doozer Freestyle Prod. The Local Beat Plug

Testament Of The Tarantula PT.4 Prod. The Local Beat Beat

The Do Better Interlude Prod. HeruKhuti

Time

Freddy Miles / LDSR 208

(FREE) - JUICE WRLD TYPE BEAT 
If used, you MUST credit me as the producer
i am down to collab with anyone

2015

The Real Intro

Street Speak Memory PROD. The Local Beat Plug

GNL Biggs is an introspective hip-hop artist from Mansfield, Ohio. Between growing up in Cleveland, the West and North sides of Mansfield, Biggs has faced and overcome every type of challenge presented growing up in 'The Field'. After doing a stint in the Army after high school, Biggs while still living in Seattle started his music journey . With two projects already out, Biggs delivers a sound rooted in truth, and fighting to overcome the personal warzone that is life.

Elevated by sharp wordplay and real emotion, expect a sound that hits both the mind and the heart. Biggs merges the grit and precision of late-90s East Coast, the southern soul, and the West Coast air. "I’m building from all of it, not copying, just carrying the art form forward and putting on for the Mid-West." Now being based in Columbus he believes he represents the whole of Ohio. The "Crossroads" of Hip-Hop where all the styles meet.

Independent
For any inquiries hit OfficialGNLMusic@gmail.com

Dear Diary

GNL Biggs

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