one parent left, Am i causin her harm by livin wrong?
i told her ill be finished when im gone,
then its so long to siringes in my arm..
till-then im still-bent, hit the mic feelin so brilliant
then hit the books feelin like a pilgrim.
from back years,
uneducated,... shaqs here
no me stupid... is that an oxy? your a "moron"
crush that pill like pee soup kid...
not a passive drug addict,
talk shyt, get sluged and fucked by bubba to adam..
im wonderin y these bastards,
struggle to find there path ways and keep stumblin, backwards
when can i say im ballin now?FUCK IT,im fallin now,
took a big ass shot, call that baby-blast,im crawlin now,
callin round,thru all the town,
only fuck with a chosen few i believe in that,
finish the race? shytttt. i havent even reached the track.
im where the weed is at, but fuck green, i need a bag..
statch that, i gotta have a half . i need to get back TO QUICK TO crack/snap. thats them kit kats
never been with that, ill walk up to u HEAR CLICK CLACK. WHILE ur
kick'd back..
what up flapps, no frontin , i get money..
gimme half that , heres a hundoo, i gets twenty...
dont worrie bout me and mines, im good bitchhhhessss...
get in my business POP POP...good riddins, ON FOOT ditchin
the sirens , I am not violent, its called pullin hood missions
yur styles played, paper machete, throw them papers away..dumb truck,
get ur own life, like wayne said, dont worrie whats in my fuckin cup
poker brat, watch me double up...sit the fuck down and shuffle slut,
im in this for big bread, what the fucks a hundred bucks...
thats my daily habit, the feelin u CANT match it,
but now since i have this craft mastered
I FEEL LIKE IM PLASTERED..
head aches, and my back hurts,
doin nothin till my dealer is back first
that crap works, in makin u feel like u gonna die without it...
by makin u feel so bad, that u dont wanna go by without it...
thats why ive been shootin for 11 months..
everyday for 8 of um, n i could give 7 fucks,
if u cant understand that, how bout heaven sucks?
oh it doesnt? fuck it. get ya head off me and never touch..
my mind state
people like u why they raised the crime rate, shyt i gotta meet my
dealer,FUCKKK im late..
herion is my drug of choice , if u bustas must know
but im notta broke fiend, i keep bills, they call me buffalo
holla at ya boy, if it only cost a dollar to destroy my life
i must a spend a hundred thousand on that very ploy.
dont know why, i do it, its stupid .its foolish.
i could try to analyze, but the time could be better spent using..
im shootin, , str8 from the cubaNs, after bein stomped
on by rueben the mexicans be foolin, next stop chicago , u no they
aint gotta job so, its chopped so, many times when i get it its only could
anough to do the job, toast................