my angel, my baby. inspiration to my rhymes
4 months old, she entangles, enslaves me, creation of the times
0ctober 8th, a day in a nation of crime
im sitting outside smokin a square pondering my life
trife or not wife or not my baby is the knife
to spread it out even, my mom said "are you leavin"
cali without your daughter or stayin like a father
not goin anywhere fuck the bitch who schemin
dont need her shit, slappin and screamin
even as the cars careenin and twistin finally screechin
a halt and that where i left the bitch, saying it aint my fault
life is kinda insane they way it seems on broadcast mainframe
everyones the same and lifes one big gravy train
when the minutes ends and your sittin with your friends
feelin for ends in a pocket that never lends
than i think about my inspiration for living for giving
not caring if my life ends with the winning
just another loser just another story
but yo im tellin you, my baby... she'll rise me to glory