the blood sweet of bloody fights at nights got me sleeping with a light
cant think if its a dream or something i gotta keep outta sight
the sounds of gun shots i'll make any body shake
the bats and hammers create a scream after each bone brake
the phone rings my mind froze..... my hand move but breath waits
a voice speaks they mind worryed,
i couldnt even finish eating my strawberry
all i hear is......am in the hall hurry,
i knew it was beef he thought... cuz they left hes brains on hes curry
so many people i knew died,
the cops arrive questioning my wear abouts.... i need a new life
moms hoeing around paps never home...hes always working
brother in jail sister gang-banging cuz she full of rage for certin
its time to start a new chapter....
thats why everyday i spit my life story.... an people think am the new actor...
WTF this is my life...
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.this is what happens around my way....
gun shots, weed smoke an killing is what happens around my way!!!
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mama!!! come home!!,
but the bitch never answer
papa!! come home!!,
but the mother fucker rather stay outside smoking cancer
Brother come home soon!!,
but he keeps trying to escape the rape by killing
sister come home soon!!,
but she rather tear ya face off an hang it off the ceiling
fucking this world is how am useally feeling, sticking my middle finger up at everyone
spit raps?,...i spit flem in mouths then spit wild with heavy guns
u need 2 people just to position... an 2 more to hold u back when it kicks-fam
2 more to load the cannon..... an 2 more to pick up where hes wig-lands
its like soon my soul i'll get lifted like spaceship,
if i fainted, they'll mistaken me for a dead crip rockin all that gray-shit
heavy chain an "rocky rings" like am with him on the stage-tip
never see me walk'in... i be with crazy whip's like am back on that slave-shit
you can look in my eyes an see pain from with-in
and if u deases, the sickness is cuff'in u can only view from with-in
dag take a min to understand at my situation, where do i begin
my life dieing.. like a breathing game if i see another day to me thats a WIN(d)
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i was raised by criminals, and drug dealers on the corner being interviewd
if u state names bullets i'll have u marked for death befor it hit the news
am back with the crew, chain hang'ing aint none payed for like danm look at you
chains like pinyatta's.... once u hit them an they drop i'll pick a few
its about how quick is you, an dont let the bullshit start to stick to you
cuz your alfit aint no bo-tie..... so dont let no other put a end to you......

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NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!!!!