chillin,dealin,feelin betta den most days...
my blokk been hot 4 a minute,cops n glokks in da way...
sum car das parked starts 2 rev its engine...
cross my shoulder n i spy windows inched open exposin its intention...
a clip loads,eye lids close in hopes its pg-13,n all we see is dirt quenched,its thirty...
mayb it waz lukk,i got away,made it 2 the trunk,n got the gauge...
aint see faces but w/ age da process of elimination becomes second nature...
my bidnis is far from over,money froze,stopped hustling...
pakkin heat n add weaklings 2 da sheet as stove top stuffing...
but i kno sum1 still on my porch,corpse poured on the floor under the city streets...
the board committe speaks...aint takin up arms,we draggin out bodies...
fukk em all,we did it 4 ours these bars jus committed a robery...

Topic = Life After Death
Idiotic Topic By You... So I Put In A New One.
-Axe