I emerge on the scene scheming...
observin kids conversin with fiends...
dealin with demons..
just workin to live...
cuz what they seein on Cribs...
is the reason why the steel's to ya ribs...
TV revealin that there's millions to get...
there's like a killin every other second....
corrupt cops at ur call and beckon...
they suppose to protect, but they got anotha method...
searchin for weapons and checkin ya rectum..
its hectic...
show some aggression and get shot or arrested...
affected...
and there's no if, ands, or but's about it...
they shovin drugs around public housing...
then in jails, where we overcrowded....
passing L's thankin God i aint dead or convicted....
but its like im failin walkin thru this Hell that i witness...
although females always hit me on the cell to come hit it....
before i nail it, im checkin the smell for that trail of the sickness....
cuz you never can tell who got what....
or who's gonna stick ya for ya mail and leave you shot up....
cuz clientele is what every nigga is out to get....
some doin well while others wont amount to shit....
its crazy but that's just how it goes....
when some nigga's luck get lower than 6-4's....
other brother's scrill can thrill hoes quicker than dildos....
im fuckin girls who's out for milz but we still chill tho....
cuz im broke like the nose of the Sphinx....
so no X and O links or havin you robed in minks....
instead get my dick blowed then bendin ya over the sink.....
hinderin my choice of a queen....
surrenderin my voice for the green....
its all related in some way....
cuz once the blunts blaze....
i turn to the sun to come and take me away....



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