brand new .......felling sick, here goes...
verbal collage deadly barage got words like dupree got wheels in the garage/
times new roman, you know the type
calling me public enemy but don't belive the hype
ink drips like blood as i write
must use wit cause i'm too small to fight
might makes right if you're white but in the wrong spot
skin color got me stuck so feet fail me not
hope i get by quick unheard unseen
these damn streets keep me fast an lean
losin my goddamn mind tryin to stay clean
spend all my time hittin books
gettin looks
from thugs and g's who wanna kill me, make an example
statisically i'm a fuckin sample. trouble is ample
opportunity aint, hope is faint, need a patron saint
"run run little faggot run run"