My skin is an art gallery.......
pictures of life, reflections, and evil visions..
street life, strugglin, heart full of sinnin..
paint pictures of my pain..
thoughts of shame..
full of color in this game, misery n vain..
mind thinks i'm goin insane..
as long as i survive with my strife, i'm alright?
naw, only trust real niggaz stay holdin my knife..
keepin my head up high..
tryna cradle dimes, wit this fatal mind..
why do i reside nigga why do i try?..
god, give me a sign..
why do i exsit..
stay blurry in this mist where there ain't no bliss..
lay cryin at night..
fightin tha fight..
bindin tha might..
Hopin ta see anotha tamorrow................

In tha wurdz of the unspoken one-UnSpOkEn Wurdz

just a lil suttin suttin i thought up...resp...