yo, I cant take this shit no more
I'm walkin out the door
I got no money
I gotta steal from the store
juss to make ends meet
Im not finished yet but im still beat
i juss sit here in this seat
thinkin bout all the bullshit beef
why cant it be setteled without a gun
why cant we juss chill son
this life isnt what i wanted to live
I have nothing left to give
except for hate
for me god will never open his gates
now i will incinerate
or get incarcerated
or end up dead
bullets blazed through the head
my eyes turn red
is this cuz i live like a gangsta
no its cuz i hate ya
what in my life goes right
I think bout this shit every night
Im lyrically inclined to write a rhyme bein on the grime
all the time because my future is a flat line.
what can i do to change it
what can i do to survive
all i can do is take the hits
and try to stay alive
man fuck this rhyme
its not fluent
the flow is not on point
but screw it
this is straight feeling
coming from the heart
all this pain is dealing
the hand of death i felt from the start
this is just a freestyle flow
about nothing from begining to end
but this is the constant life of gran thef
and this is the trend
that i go through
from morning to night
this is straight bullshit
RIGHT???????
It might be hard to understand my flow
but if u felt what i felt then u would already know

yo, I cant take this shit no more
I'm walkin out the door
I got no money
I gotta steal from the store
juss to make ends meet
Im not finished yet but im still beat
i juss sit here in this seat
thinkin bout all the bullshit beef
why cant it be setteled without a gun
why cant we juss chill son

Yo thats some deep poetic shyt..
im really feelin this key.
nice way to come nigga madd deep..