yo turn me up

yo.. if I, was to die, before my eyes see the morning light// let me take time to look ova my life// and think what i done wrong what i done right// should i give up or should i fight//

yo if i die i won't be with the angels floating // might as well go to hell smoking//blowing, choking on a fat sac of taht purp//smoke my coffin out before i sink down i that dirt//i know how that sound but you got to understand were i'm comming from//ya i came from the bottom of the slum// growing up screaming fuck tha world//started smoking herb just to ease my nerves//see all i had was a dream, a pad, a pen// a beat, a mic and a glass of dry gin// take a shot going round for round// take a sip spit a verse and lay it down// my only escape from everyday mistakes// rapper by day by night i'm moving weight// nigga in in face always hateing// no mo conversation let their words be my modavation//then the situation came and i lost my brother// and in the same month five-o took my mother// all this drama made me weak but i manage to stay strong//by the time my mom got out i was already grown//alone in this place we call home// lock in a room wit one bullet and my crome//a twitch of my finger and my life is gone, thats all it took// but instead i just grab a pen and my notebook//sitting in the dark,rapping to the sound of my heart, beat// feelling like world rip my life apart, ya see//this world done drove and tear i no longer hold// but that just my real talk from my soul..........//