Acidic:
ayo livin in tha hood havin no job means bein broke 99% of tha time//
wen we needed money i had food stamps in my hand but to sell em i needed to
stand in line//
every time i wanted somtin i had to go and be grimey//
sneaky on tha streets kept it cool cause tha cops were always behind me//
tey were always watchin me from wen i came out my house till i went in//
i always eluded tem wen it was time for din din/(dindin=dinner)
tats wen i would go and steal from tha mart//
always havin a head start//
of gettin away from tha cops//
runnin as fast i can i aint gonna make no stops//
till i get home and change my clothes just so i could do it all ova again//
but i kno if i get caught im gonna be spendin time in tha pen//
although bein broke has its benefits it also has its downfalls//
tha tenement buildings r ovacrowded and we got children yellin across tha
halls//
and bein a child of 3 has its difficulty wen bein raised by a single parent who
work 3 jobs and doesnt even see her 3 kids//
but she always has money to put down and bids//
she wins and she losses and comes home at night wit either a happy face or a sad
one//
but wit tha money she had left she went and bought a gun//
she got tired of bein borke all tha time and she committed suicide so she could
be free from bein broke//
not long after 2 of tha 3 kids had a heat stroke//
and passed away and tat leaves me all alone in tis hood//
but being broke im doin good//

Lack of Logic:
It’s a sad way- to awake at the break of day- in a
subway- cold as fuck being called earths decay-this
empty bottle of E and JAY-clouds what I have to say-
it aint like the earth cares- anyway- no health care-
and to poor for welfare-ma said god would be there-
but I don’t see him or feel him-plus my body’s slim-
from famon-the drink empty to the brim- I cant
fathom-and my guiding lights dim-
I feel better when I feel sick- tried suicide- but
cant even afford a razor to do it with-as life passes
bye- I ponder is my purpose to take time and then die-
not leave anything behind- to be identified-if you
look in my eyes-
You could see hope and promice- drugs and narcotics-
an escape way through a gate way drug Im trying to be
honest-
This drug is satans influence- I sin and cant offer
repentence- this is my life my cell and im serving my
sentence-
Low label products- corrupt cops – sun burns from
sleeping on black tops-I here guns pop- and hydrate
myself with pepermeant shnoptz-
Home is a battle field older then the sneaks on my
feet- admit defeat- relying on burning garbage cans
for heat-
Soda pop cans at 5 cents a peace- might gaurentee me a
bath and place to sleep-
But you don’t know that or never will-to feel your
will- snap in 2 peaces each day to repeat it the next
day that’s real-
To you as well as myself- im 4 steps from seeing
heaven while im laying in hell- in foul body smell- I
feel compelled- to tell- the story- HI~S~TORY of my
journey- from purgatory- that led me to a gurney-
2 degrees from lights out-listening to doctors scream
and shout- no one wanted to help me out- was not
insured and only had a dollar amount- and doctors
don’t give discounts-
god took mercy so to give me an answer- on weather I
should give up hope he diagnosed me with cancer-
im gonna die soon I knew this with no delaboration-all
these complications- and I cant afford the medication-
but im no different than you beautiful people- im as
ugly as you are to me so in a way we still equal-
and 2 equals equivilate to 2 flatlines- one that was
my mind and one was just my time-
as I laid down to this rest- with only a vision and a
few rags to my chest- kept the warmth I could with
only wine to dijest- I could feel death’s breath on
the back of my neck- I want to die with respect- so
let sleep with the blessed-never wake up again…. no
where is woarse…. I thought as my spirit left.

Damani-DaGrinch:
Why is it so hard, livin in this world without scrillz//
I have a hard enough time affordin another meal//
without having baby moms on my dick bout child support billz//
whoever said every man was created equal wasnt poor//
he never had to sneak bread and meat out the grocery store//
the worst times gotta be them cold ass nights//
poverty has no prefrences foy black or white//
where is this god that was suppost to be right by my side//
do you have some kind of beef or was i just not livin right//
another day of life for me is just another fuckin demise//
and these upper middle class have the nerve to ask why we commit crimes//
lets see how theyd fend in the situation where its a fight to survive//
I dont see shit gettin better so why not just end it all and take my own life in the middle of a busy mall//
so these financially secure people can watch my broken body fall//
I wonder if they'd try to prevent it//
and yell NO DONT SHOOT//
or just ignore this piece of shit//
and go on with their daily commute//
i dont see any reason not to//
so i guess my plans are going through//
dear lord this ones for you//
1.....2....3.....BOOM!!!!!!//
(body drops to the floor in a bloody mess and the only people who even acknoledge it is the mall janitors)