Spittin some truth, on some real shit
 

Feelin like im stranded, As I realize the bad that man did
Call it karma, where we all wear body armor,
Fear suddam or osama, why all the drama?
It just don’t make sense, when we cant pay the rent
Where every cent matters, like im playin snakes n ladders
As the innocent blood splatters, seems like till they hear them gun shots
Hear them bodies drop, our point dun get got.
Spreadin my message, leavin me guessin, askin the wrong questions
Feelin like cocking the smith n Wesson, n teachin myself a lesson
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Just the beginning of a track, i noe its not a free, but more people in here to c it, feeed back yall, critisisismn helps yah noe, so do yah thang, lemme noe whatcha think

flow kinda off, or i couldn't really catch it... but then again, freestyles don't have to flow like traditional verses..... i like the topic area, but a little too haphazard for my taste.... like, it was deep, but depth done on purpose is depth without a purpose... anyways, i still was feelin it, but think about what i said... stay up playa, and keep spittin...