Ayo...think ima thug? think ima hardass for doin this shit...think im ridin with the ruff niggas just cuz of 8 fellonies? naw...let me justify my reasons...ayo...checkitout...

The only reason I did these things was for attention
Not because of the rush or the heart thumping tension
My benz and my heater looked #8 in the eyes
And then ripped his face open...it was then that I realized
"WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOIN!? WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKIN!?"
Seconds later, jumpin out tha car, my lids started blinkin
Knowin now, I'll regret forever pullin that pistol's trigger
Tryna bury this nigga, just tryna fuckin figure
Out how to conceal this shit, and just how to hide it
Can't stash him in my closet, gettin full, already tried it
Prolly shoulda thought beforehand, maybe used a silencer
Maybe shuda stayed back wit my words and my fly stanzas
Gettin sick of a life that consists of only sin
Gettin weak willed and tired, guess I'll turn myself in
No more gin, no more weed, no more ex, no more coke
No more robbin the stores, ridin out feelin stoked
Guess I shuda listened to my parents when they warned me
About stayin good, like my older bros and those that came before me
So I guess now I'm headed to the Cape Coma pen
Catch you niggas on the flipside, or never again
Peace...

little quick somthin i know it looks like a weak flow but the way i spit it aloud gives it stability...btw when i wrote this i was writin it to Jayz "My 1st Song". Comments?