feels like im being pressured,is god pressin down on me//
or is he rite beside me,want to grab a mic and bus with me//
sayin it how it is,or how it should,and ways on how its brought my atention and how its showed//
the nasty things ive done,will my bretherin forgive as i watched them bodies gettin blowed//
watched as theyre hearts pumped slower'^(pause)^'and enven slower//
my mother prayin for me,for pretection,and i never even said that i love her//
now thats shes gone,theres nothin more i want to do on earth except jus hug her//
mother,i really love you,i want to thank you for what youv done//
but not the silly things i did,like threatenin you with a gun,as i was high on that shit watchin as the ceiling sbun//
when i drop heat,im always watchin as the crowd before me is gettin stuned//
now thats what i always called fun,not when were runin from the cops with a hand full of drum//(drum weed)
am i jus scum,or a youth whos been most of his life mislead,by now who are locked up or known as dead//
my mother always said,i gotta get my act up,before im incarcerated and always fed up//
i used it as a statement,and not jus advice,now im locked up in the jail cell eatin nuthin allday but rice//
so listen to them teachers,or all ya family dead or present,cuz crime doesent pay,payin isnt nice....

a nother wack drop....jus tryin to waste time....drop opinions...pz