Ladies tired of thugs, seem to be wired at clubs all using
Same rap which is lame crap try find love its not amusing
I’m a brother laid back others parade with crack cruising
In drop tops letting the Hip Hop rock on their CD losing
Friends in the bruising winds of hear say I fear today
The pain is dull in my brain and skull I don’t know the true way
Life is continuous strife is tremendous problem after dark
Its an eager feeling to be like a beaver dealing and chewing bark
While spewing art on pages from the start it’s amazing in the park