Its everyday i pass another rhyme to kill some more time
thinking how its alright maybe better get it line
wishin your here by side thinkin when it dont matter
its a time for me when i do shit that dont matter
makin it as thug is all i know about these days
fuck gettin a job sellin drugs is how i get payed
make my lines sound like its not my real life
get hated on for shit i say i thought would be nice
take your time to read my shit sing it out loud
make your brain start to tingle with every thought from this sound
maybe in another life i'll be close to a winner
but i know i won't cause god chose for me to be a quitter
i thought tryin would maybe help me be somethin greater
all i know now is that im addicted to paper
i've been told to get life... like i said it dont matter
cause the same people tellin me this are drug addicts.. im flattered.. haha
another day is coming soon maybe i'll live to see it
but i know unless i peel this habbit i'll never even meet it
wish'd i'd listen to my peers
cause what they say is the truth
droppin outta school when your 16 just isnt cool
i lost alot when i took that first hit off the bong
thinkin how long has it been since i talked to my mom
i know she worries when she heres i speak about the death of my father
wonderin if he was here would i still be a lost product
im only 17 now so you start to get the picture
it only took one year to realize that im just another quitter



this shit came strait outta my rhyme book.. thought maybe i could get some opionions on it. peace