My life is Pitiful and so Dispicable, Spewin hatred like it was Rainin Vomit
My Name Is Honest, I dealt with roccs so big they was claimed as comets
I done seen Explosives & Gats, and Knew dirty fighters who used Corossives In Scraps
Along with lonely fuccin people with no room mates except the Roaches & Rats
Plus all the Crews That I Messed With, Were broken up or Usually Arrested
So I stayed shallow and chilled with whores who were Brutally Molested
Robbed at gun point, I Pulled deals off with morons who were Sorta Clumsy
But I Never called crime stoppers on partners to poccet Rewards & Money
Been doin Scams With Children, From this Abandon Buildin
We'd kill ya best friend for 10 Dollars then ask Wheres Ya Mans Chillin
In my mindstate I had no problem with Stabbin Some Lids
Head Abdomen or Ribs...I've Even fucced bitches with more diseases than African Kids
A psychotic druggy..resembling .Satans son I was here Pairin wit Evil
I was barely even legal..muh best friends were like a Herion Needle
On drugs but my bouts were classic, No matter who they got there ass kicked
I Told the police I didnt see anything, Speakin with a tounge full of acid
Only food I ever ate I Took from Shops...or Donuts from a Crooked Cop
Feelin like I wanted to kill everyone everytime I Looked at a Glocc
Sometimes It Felt so Weird, inside Ii had This sort of Selfish Fear
But no idea who I'd see.. if I looked myslef in the mirror
I hated to love the streets, I had shades of True Knowldge
Not seein me Pace Through College, I Majored in drugs Laced With Shoe Polish
So Now I Gotta let people know the truth,
Im Not some punk who's Speech Is Lame
Just spend the night on my blocc...
If its really the Streets You Claim
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