I Used To Pray
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BEEF, short peice i wrote, tell me how to improve
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if ya peep this jus tell me how i can improve and shit, thanx and respeck to ya all
beef
im at ur mamas house wit out no hesitatin
walk through the door ill start the duck-tapin
leave ya shook, bare house stole all of ya bookes
ima crook, and back, theres no reason to look
cuz i took, the long way home, carryin many bags
lifes a drag, and ur blood can be wiped with a rag
cuz noone cares about me or about u
nuttin in this world is real nor true
i left ya in my trunk, sitten on the corner with my crew
anyways one last deed and this life of crime is through
vocabulary is young, so is my skin, soul seems old, like its 40 yrs in
but im 15 and i got u stuck on the realness, the infamous kin
im in and out with no hesitation, that only leads to incarceration
with the crimson eyes i got, me and the devil? thers no relation
all the enemies left memorys so i thats why i keep up the chasin
the pain is like an over the counter drug, no prescription
slice ur wrist, im the louder thug, ill leave no description
this is beef man, u start i end, u loose i win
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