Images of us kicking up tha dust
tattoo's you'll never loose representing ya thugz
most of us have been abused
and abusing the drugs
Cuz weve lost heart in our families now who can we trust?
Our lyrics we bust
time to stand up and claim respect back to us.
Battered and brusied in my conciousness
lifes a test
Ive felt better and when im high im the best
putting down thoughts of restlessness
my mind overheating I cant resperate my chest
over weight and a stained vest
holding a heavy mind full of endless deapths.
It ends stressed
on my shoulders like bouders im carrying regrets.
All bets are off then the back on again
as im releasing emotions through the voice in my pen.
Pray for the next gen
as we move on up and out I feel sorry for them.