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Old 02-24-05, 10:18 PM   #1
Bishops
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From: Waldorf, MD
My Morning

IP:

Head struck mornings waking up eating scrapple/
Twisting nigga's caps back like a whole bottle of snapple//
Spittin' flows around an taking aim from the nation/
Gotta run my mouth due to live up to my reputation//
Handling business will come first and never the last/
Taking shots from niggaz and I spit back a huge blast//
Shoot outs, ending of another nigga's life/
An turn around, break the news to the nigga's wife//
Putting concentration on the fool who step first/
Catch a slug to the chest and watch his heart burst//
Stash away the weapon, police know who to search/
Beat you down on suspicion, then waking up to a nurse//
Hearing bout your inccident shocks even you/
An the hype is always big outside with ya crew//
Reporters come asking bout what an all with down/
"I was just chillin' then I'm somehow on the ground"//
Then the t.v. channels try to make you out like a crook/
Then the judge got all the reason to get yo ass booked//
But you play it hard without showing no fear/
You stare the judge down not even shedding a tear//
Based opinions can come from people all over/
You need all the luck you can get,so grab urself a clover//
Yo ass bout to get time, you steal u a couple cars/
You getting locked up, can't stop u from spittin' bars//
An every nigga know that you spit the hottest flows/
An battle niggaz, the outcome will never show//
Be modest with yourself, the rules will never seem to change/
Got you a nice Sniper Rifle, putting judicial systems in range//
Pull back that trigger and watch life pass you by/
Your either sentenced to life or your sentenced to die//
Showing no emotions as you walk in that room/
The judge swept your case and threw u back like the broom//
But it's all good, you know how you lived your lifetime/
Shit, I wish I had Regis cuz a nigga need a life-line//
They sit you in the chair, start to read you the bible/
You remenisis bout your life and how you never had a idol//
Then they strap you down with leather to your skin/
The baylor got his hand on the switch nearing the end//
You stare at the baylor, as he stares at you, man/
This fool is playing you with your life in his hand//
They open the blinds, reporters see this man in the chair/
They then cover your face and twist the headpiece along ur hair//
They start to countdown to executing the innocent/
You can't say a word to which your life is legitiment//
You feel the the electricity going through the blood-N-vein/
An it so damn mind boggling you feel every ounce of pain//
But the body stops working, bloods all in your throat/
We're living in America and the whole nation watched you smoke//
Your family's on the news candlelighting with supporters/
But then soon get attacked by questions from reporters//
We live in a cold world with doings of other's fraud's/
You lived out your life and was killed do to another's cause//
But the life you lived will be in heart but never be forgotten/
You just witnessed another's mistake which you have only spotten//
Thats why justice is hard, politics want you to give within/
You vote for the future you want your kids to live in......../
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