Yo...

This verse is dedicated... To all you fake ass MC's...


Ayo, peep the realness
Wounds so deep medicinals can't heal this
You ain't gotta live a certain type of life style to feel this
For real, it's kinda fucked how the game's gotten
Fake dudes talkin real... Leavin brain's rotten
It was a cold October, water turn to ice on my sweater
Arrive home, mail box, seems I got a letter
"Meet me under Louis bridge, bitch, see what happens"
I grabbed the glock, said a prayer, felt a need for clappin
Didn't call my boyz, didn't know the situation
Wouldn't wanna be responsible for more grave ingravings
Near midnight, got my heat gripped tight
Heard a creeping sound to the left, so I slipped right
Whispered voice in the shadows "You stupid to show up..."
My only thoughts... I'm gonna die before I even get the chance to grow up
I slowed up... Too much anxiety, I might blow up
Couldn't take the shit no more... Here comes the throw-up
Behind me, heard a click, oh shit, I turn round
Wide-eyed, fear-gripped, as a rat scutters 'cross the ground
Then in the distance, I see this motherfucker scurry
I could've sworn i heard a laugh... He think this shit is funny?
No more fear, just rage, I jump up and bust shots
This shit is self-defense, fuck courts, fuck cops
BAM! He's hit once in the neck, and twice in the back
I creeped closer, making sure he's in a permanent nap
He's lying on his stomach... I started to cry
Turned him round on his back, looked into my brother's eyes
"I was only playing, kid... Why you bring a gun?"
I dropped to my knees... What the fuck have I done?
The look on his face destined to haunt my nightmares
No hope, ya'll... I lost my brother right there
Go back to the topic, read the headline straight up
'Cuz this whole story was fake, all made up

Don't believe everything you read.

PEACE.


holla at ya kid