Mortal Sinz.................. Recruitments
any one welcome to tryout holla at me.
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new and lookin for a crew
From brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers
Family isn’t limited to sons and daughters
Put ya hands down, this ain’t that type of song
These are my confessions, showing my rights and wrongs
I’m ahead of my time, no one tries to grasp
Reality, catastrophe, why you all so mad at me
I give truthful stories through the poetry I write
I have, no smile on, I live in darken sunshine
I’m blessed to write I’m blessed to possess
A type of freedom to say what I like for no reason
Hail Mary, send me a savior
A woman or a man, god for give me and my behavior
What I lived through at times is unbearable
Me against a normal emcee is incomparable
There is no questioning my should and heart
Ya’ll can say what you want, but I’m still in the dark
I don’t hate rich people, I don’t mean to complain
But I’m up to here wit my tear drops dropping like rain
I need sunshine real bad to relieve my pain
I’m like a junkie injecting my high through a main vein
My drug is reality at times I’m overdosing
Cuz reality is getting serious, I walk around mysterious
I’m a star that’s dimmed, no on know my name
I wannabe here permanent not for a my 15 minutes of fame
I’m ready when you are, I got a competitive spirit
I ride on enemies like if I was like pacs spirit
No lies, no jokes, I’m my hardest critic
Analyzing, criticizing, realizing, my lyrics
I play to win, there is no second place
Remember me, the lyricist, remember that phrase
I don’t love life, living it is so hostile
You can take this as a song, but I take this as a ghetto gospel
