Barkin on the Cats who Said shit, Breaking every bone And Meant It
Delibratly Cheering Out I'm Wreckage, Roots clean From T,of Memphis
Tight with God but Backslid, The devil's warpin My thinking Like Acids
Burning With fire Of Mean passions, Just trying 2 realize what really Happend


Coming Outta the slum's Of bigcity Living,
Not a soul would Miss me,
Angel's would miss by Being
Just because They couldnt Be me. According to believing


Seeing me as the guy who hold's the light of stardom
I have never been in a fight that was right I usually scarred'em
Put your heart into Lyric's rebel beef drop's
Pumping Volts of electric Verb's watching These stage light's Pop, My props

Letting Light go through my brain, Like a projection
Couldnt be as hard as me, If u Popped Viagra for an Erection
Wreck KILLIN mic's, Leaving Blessed corpses Unmentioned
Leaving my talent's, Is like dropping My lyrical forces, Neglected


Coming Outta the slum's Of bigcity Living,
Not a soul would Miss me,
Angel's would miss by Being
Just because They couldnt Be me. According to believing






-Wreckage

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