yo i try to put in my feelins but i cant find the word
trapped in this dark hole this game seems absurd
maybe im not cut out for it, maybe im delirious
but one thing i know, my style is mysterious
precarious in every way, i spit dope
this goes to all the drive-by victims for their way to cope
i've been on the street tryin to live my dream
cuz my words flow betta than peaces n' cream
sickened by the thought the dickryders on top
i'll take my oozie real close and there goes the pop
blood splatters all over, i try to clean the mess
but there isnt much time cuz i gotta off the res'
sarinated in this flow, this is my life
i live by the rhyme and i live by the knife
tryin to sell a nickel but really dealt a dime
i know i'll blow up its just a matter of time
i know ppl talk as the night turns to day
but i know as i kill my dreams fade away