im the type to get right to the belt...and start fightin himself..//
shootin inner lightning size belts to watchin the ice inside melt...//
Twice winners prized belts priced "sinner eyes delt"...
my life is a thinner sized shelf that hide my inner life well...//
well...in a little sized shell...ima quitter...why lie..//
im a sinner..might die...but live to get the biggest rise felt...//
stuck from the beginning...what the fuck...someone is innocent..//
not me...im probly gunna be hung in a minute..//
drunkin inebriate...stuck in a T.V set...//
sitcom...where no one hits moms..and no *fuckin* invented yet//
there parents drove oldsmobiles...my parent drove old mobiles...//
with sheered gears...weird steering and old curroded wheels//
i had cold and stolen meals...that were old and growin scales//
cooked on a broken stove that only worked when the roman hailed
but forget the past..yea it was hard to last back then...//
sleepin in trash packed cans....but im not sad...//
this is what happens in the life of a bad black man....//