i aint really proof read it......just want some pointers so its quite short so i want pointers before i expand.....the idea is just drug dealer seems bad-but he has reasons for dealin (i gess)....so if it goes off point its coz im just puttin in the main thoughts if ya get me

no haterz...just want pointers to elevate

….street talk……

I aint no actor but I got a lot of grammies, ,
If you owe me crack-ill smoke you if ya aint got cash to hand me.
I may disgust you, but to me its just b’ness,
Don’t try to front to me, as if your life has been sinless.
I got ya back, if you need crack or coke for ya nose,
Crack money is the reason im so icey and wear da hottest clothes.
Listen man no IOU’s, cheques I just want bills,
I except all customers, all you need is cash and nostrils.
I look at myself as the street healer-a normal person like any body,
Even if coke weren’t up their nose from this dealer, they still couldn’t smell da coffee.
If it makes you feel any better, my cheddar is from no hopers,
I only resort to kids, if im dry, or cash from casual tokers.
You say people of my kind oughta be dead
Ill deal to ya daughter if she a crack head.
Or if ya son gotta gun thinking him and his cliques mean
Ill cap that bastard first don’t care if that faggots only 16.
Wake the fuck up to reality, its my way of survival,
Step into my mentality, I don’t wanna hear fuckin quotes from a bible.
Or tell me shit im doin is wrong, ive heard that shit before,
My deal of 2 for 1 packet, is a birth from a crack whore. (hooked baby)
Ive heard all that…………

….the truth…

I kno what ya think bout me-to be honest im thinkin the same,
When I look in da mirror,I aint lookin in vain.
I aint proud, im too far from the boundary but I kno the lines crossed,
I aint proud, the fact that im the reason 4/10 kids lives are lost.
i got no qualifications, no skills I need to make cash,
I need to deal top shit, I get a few dimes for pills and hash.
All my life, I learned to take care of number one,
But I got three now, me my wife and my son.
The world has brought me down-I suffered loss and pain,
Only could push back, with the cost of caine.
By this it is protecting my son, only method for a cushion,
Its weird how I save mine and kill yours, by the same method of pushin.
when I see crackheads, im sickened crack controls their life,
but im just as addicted, coz without pushing I couldn’t support my wife.
I wonder if my son will want me to go to his schools show and tell,
Amongst others parents, police men and barbers as I tell them my job is crack I sell.
Its about time for another shift, grab my tech, drugs and meet da crew,
Deliver some crackheads a white gift, another time to burn my soul-but what else can I do?

pointers please

pointers

yo, this was good.. the flow needs owrk, but vocab, content, topic, and shit like that were all pretty sound..

"If it makes you feel any better, my cheddar is from no hopers,
I only resort to kids, if im dry, or cash from casual tokers.
You say people of my kind oughta be dead
Ill deal to ya daughter if she a crack head.
Or if ya son gotta gun thinking him and his cliques mean
Ill cap that bastard first don’t care if that faggots only 16."

^ those few lines were ill, ne-way.. all I can give really as a pointer is stay up dawg.. holla

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just keep writing man....

everything gets better the more you do it ya know

and peep "Street Prophecies"