tha edge...
 

persona, painted my corner, placed in tha suana,
make my way thru red tape, but yellow seems fate/
let go of escape, only way is will of my Lord,
in Heaven, spare ya breathren, tears thru my flesh/
and glares of platinum got me actin, trafficin back then,
thin w/ a sick half grin, my fists was scrapin bricks/
like dis tha cap'n, fukk them, if it gets ta clappin,
spit 10 if my wrists wont snap from clappin a mack 10/
over irrational, get cheese and practice my flow,
whatever means no seeds i got needs to feed/
passion was low, could give a fukk if i breath,
business never personsal, limits gettin restricted/
ta no limits, nor morals, spazin, hopin i crash,
cuz, ma aint hold me up so im fallin down fast/
more than ass, its more like her laugh was air,
and im asthmatic, weazin w/ reason to care/
bleedin dispair, at tha peek of my dreams,
tourture it seems, to see um bleedin and bare/
weakend my stare, yea, im wearin those pair,
of shoes, made to lose, guess im payin my dues/
...but im stil here, unclear, waitin for sumthin,
summin my pain, so im sittin strummin my pain...

uppin for some feedback...