yo the bomb i droped last time was some wack shit//
that aint my style so let me confess//
i anit no gangsta just some craker from a but fuck town//
i just sit her spilling these rymes//
think about all the dumb crimes//
think about all the people in the world with out spines//
look at all the hard times//
oh no sudam it is almost that time//
but enough about all the crimes~and~times//
let me go in the back and fill up some dimes//
i think about all the great minds//
what the fuck happend to mine//
i sit on the porch and listen to the wind chimes//
think that it might be my time//
to come off the set and show you guys what a kid from nowere can do//
with my mom in the kitchen cooking some stew//
looking at the list of shit i have to do.

much better this time peace