thats not right, what ever


Secretley its a well know fact [oxymoron intended]
See-to-me this holes gettin too black
Free-to-be every-thing i need-for-me
Sea-to-sea peeps be informing me
That i-cant-see past-the-fact, that-im-wack
But that doesnt matter, i shouldent try
Like genocide, suicide just seems so right
Tie the rope off and prepare, no fight
Speed shit up, cuz we born to die


Always strain to get your recognition
No matter if you wack, quit ur bitchin
Get back to the pad and pen, write with presision
Dreams and hope go together with dazzling fission
Everybody is united under one thing
The fact that they wanna rap, its their dream
While my mind scheme keeps me feined
I have to deal with it, its my reality
Even when your thoughts are corupt and undignified
You must stay strong, cuz you are born to die


Even when facin devestation by player hation
Always stay lacin ur ryhmes with determination
This demonstration against me is steadily tracin
My veins with death corrosin like 3rd world nations
But i remain strong, with lyrics i stay elevatin
All the time my dreams and hopes are separatin
Stay young and true to yourself with every try
I've said it enough, you know why,

Your Born To Die