1st verse to a something i'm working on..
whats u thinking..
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I've seen the pain in poverty and I've suffered on the street,
i wonder how much longer i will survive will i ever be on my feet,
i'm nineteen and my income is anomyonus making less than my brother,
i'm dependent when it comes to drugs and alcohol it scares my mother,
the only thing i can do proper is crime and poetry so i'm lonley,
and laughter is not heard much anymore I'm thinking my friends are phoney,
I'll never know the truth when I have to tell lies to cover up suicide,
from multiple attempts i pack weapons under my sleeve incase i have to homicide,
these haters spitting around my space jealous cause this is a legend face,
with the history I've left in this mutha fucka no regrets but i constantly pace,
cause living above the law ain't very safe im labelled a number one criminal,
a well known thieve on and off drug dealing stacking cash from crack is critical,
never been arrested for a B&E but i'm a prime suspect in my community,
people point their fingers with no hesitation and have taken my humanity,
I'm paranoid 24/7 i sometimes feel ghost's surrounding me so i talk 2 my knife,
from up town to down while smoking weed killing time thinking is this really life..?
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