gangstas they know my name to swallow the streets i 'od novocane~
known to slay bars and margins i hold my hat and know a hobo's pain~
cause im a rolling stone life's death grip holding my heart~
unfolding my sanity unknowing the two of us are growing apart~
flip check it on the realm of real i gain insight of death~
and in the life after i seek to escape the plight of my rest~
i would kick knowledge heavily but intelligence is feather weight~
so delicate so i'm witty in my non breathing like a clever wake~
fuck my last bar my mind closes in on the bigger polaroid~
i tell u son to listen to my bland speach like a solar noise~
fuck my last bar im tryna touch king status and hold gold on my brow~
blowing winds of pain knock me over cause of my address wut im holdin is foul~
fuck my last bar the cold chrome is heaven the trigger is dipped in the reverse~
i read verse-es and as i cross the desert of truth i stop treading and plead thirst~
that was merely mediocre hold a poker facer as im swarmin the block~
my holster tastes of souls taken without a warnin i drop~
pain has struck again in the form of my fallen wife~
my heart slows its beat as i retreat rather then stand tall in strife~
FUCK MY LAST BAR rage grips my mental strings and plays a gangsta tune~
a melody of tombstones and bones of heaven's ghetto but no slang to use~
u know the drill my mic meditation is mettled in mediocrity~
toppin me and being you leaves u etched in hypocrisy~
but as a sidenote my pain did i mention my love, beat without a heart?~
love lost and as my seems seperate my life just comes apart~
but simplicty strikes my dome no longer am i in fear of us being estranged~
i see the reflection of ecstatic rage as i peer into the window of pain~
1luv.