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I WRITE IN BLOOD.DAT NEVER BEEN SCARD FROM FIGHTS~ ON THE NEWSPAPERS FRONT PAGE REPORT ABOUT SARZ
AS I LOOK BACK ON LIFE,~CHAINED UP IN BARS
TOOK A NIGGAS SOUL BY A KNIFE,NOW HE CHAINED UP WITH ~GOD
LOOK ON WALLS OF GRAFFITI,AND CLOTHES DRESS IN ~ORANGE
IF ONLY MY MOMS COULD SEE ME,NAH MATTERFAC HER SOUL WITH START ~FALLEN
TO SEE HER SON UP IN COURT,EYES CRUSTY OUT THA ~CELLS
JUDGE SAYING DEATH ROW..MAN LIFE IS SHORT,JUST GOTTA KEEP FOLLOWING THE ~TRAIL
LUNCH ON THA PLATE,SMASH POTATOES AND ~GARLIC
WHAT DID I MAKE?,AT NIGHT THE RATS AND ROACHES START ~CRAWLING
LIFTING BARS AND WEIGHTS OUTSIDE.. BUT NOT IN ~GYMS
ANOTHA ROLL OF TRUCKS AND CARS ,NAPPY HAIR I GOT THAT WOULD NEVER BE ~TRIMMED
FIGHTS WITH FOOLS,AND ARGUEMENTS FOR QUICK PHONE~ TIME
DAM MY DUM ASS SHOULD HAD STAY WHEN NIGHTS IN SCHOOLS
NOW LOOK AT MY~ LIFE LINE.
GOING DOWN A DARK ROAD,THAT HAS~ NO END
FULL WITH DARK MODES, AND ENEMY,S NEVER BECOME ~FRIENDS
TATTOO OF MY YOUNG COUSIN WHO DIED IN A ~SHOOTOUT
REMEMBER TIMES OF LOVIN,ME AND HER WOULD RACE WHEN SCHOOL,S~ OUT
PUNCHING WALLS AND FACES AIN,T NO~ DIFFERENCE
ME AND MY BITCH SAYIN LUV CALLS,BUT THEN ON THA OTHA HAND IS A DEAT ROW LIFE ~SENTENCE/
COUNTING 16 BARS AIN,T NUTTIN MY ASS DON,T KNOW ~MATH
DREAMS WISHING TO 16 GODS ..LET ME FREE!! BUT THEY WON,T ON MY~ BLACK ASS
REAL SHIT I,VE SEEN IS ALL NUTTIN TO JAIL ~TIME
SILENT NIGGA WITH NO HAIR CREME ,ASK THA OFFICER FOR PAPER TO WRITE SOME MAIL ~RHYMES/
PENCIL RUSTED ON THA SIDE WITH NUMBER ~2
SELLING DRUG IN HOUSING PROJECTS I TRUSTED.. NOW LOOK WHAT MY LIFE TURNED ~INTO
FULLING UP WORK PAPERS..DID,NT UNDERSTAND MOST~ SHIT
DAD,S ALWAYS SAYIN A GAME TO THE LAKERS..WHEN HIS ASS COULD,NT EVEN BY A PACK OF ~LOTION/
THIS AIN,T TRUE..BUT THE LIFE OF A CELLED UP ~NIGGA
NEEDLE STAB IN THE BURNING WOUND.THE FEELING SWELLS UP~ QUICKER
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