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My eyes stay low.. but i stay high.

I'll kill for the truth & I've killed for a lie.

It don't mean shit thoe, It's just death. As sHe was passing by..

SHe was like "oh, hi.."when suddenly on the news, I hear about that drive by..

& it was just the other day, I stopped hearing that one cry..

I stopped seeing that tear.. [i lost all fear.. lost the fear.]

I already know that the end is near..

So I grab a beer.. Walk in my room to see myself on a mirror.

I see my reflection & see that i'm real far, from reaching perfection;

But see, it's all written in the book of my life already.. On the 17th section..

This is suppose to happen, this is where I'm supposed to be.

If not I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't be me.

I'd be in the knowledge of a life that I shall never see.. Looking for things that I myself, would never seek..

So I will only worry about my goal, it looks good to eat.

Meanwhile come thru, come looking for problems.. I'll cut off your feet.

And I'm just getting started.. Really, Please take a seat..

I got some little homies I want you to meet.

Here's "meth," here's "coac," here's "weed."

These are the apparent reasons society gives to say they know 'I'm a "freak."'

I'm sick, tired & exhausted.

I don't know where my mind is, I think I just lost it..

Now I'm pumped up.. I know, I'll just start mosh pit..

You absolutely, positively cannot pause it. You'd fail, at trying to stop it.

Attempting to, causes a glock to your head.. &as Mentioned, Iain't scared to pop it.

I Bring your mom over; take her world by force, & continue to rock it..

Make a move on her heart..Put it in the safe, & simply just lock it.

Then take her world again.. but this time I drop it in my back pocket.

I see many of you, paying attention.. to see how I do. I guess Some do it to make sure I'm not feeling blue..

But some do it, trying to jock it..

I laugh at all of you.. I simply just mock it.

I'm always hunting my problem down, f*ck settling things out.. by 'trying' to talk it.

You need to do something about it.. Look for the solution, playa..Stalk it.

Im too much to handle,

Hot like the flame-of a candle..

Flows stay lit like the sun, wear yo sandals..

I stay on like the tv;

& bitches awe when they see me,

Inda streets, smoking trees..

It's been a couple of months &weeks, that I've spent, being a father..

I don't need any help bitch, so don't even bother.

I got this, and i also got that.

This is much more than just a simple rap, This is facts. This is an entrance into my state of thought.

I'm selling to you, shit i once bought..

Teaching you ,what i once was taught.

You're fighthing through what i've been fought.

Hi Hater,

You a player.. but im the coach.

I smoke a blunt and leave you half of the roach.

Cuss' you ain't ready for the real deal..

You ain't ready to eat the real meal;

You're playing paper, against steel.

Do you feel?

You're comitting a mistake..

My advice you gottah take.

Go Home. I gottah warn you.. Im stoned,

and im abouttah start spittin' flows that break bones.

And You Ain't gunnah be happy with the results, Cuss' all these youngsters..

Imma make 'em revolt.. Against society, man. f*ck that shit.

Thinking it's too good, like "nah, you don't fit."

I'd offer to let you suck on my dick, only if something Good could come from it..

But since it doesn't, & I know it I'll stone you by the dozens.

(Old fashioned-like OGs & their bare-knuckle toughings)

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