its from a topical battle...^with the above title
done in less than 15 minutes


on to a dirty back alley i was spat from conception
rejecting life i grabbed the rope before the umbilical cord sectioned
unwanted a clear message these streets were mean
my host left the scene stuffed me in a bag and wall, leaned
filthy bricks my only props it seemed till a beggar took me under her wing
but forlong hope is what she brings i end up in orphan homes havin flings
place to place shattered my thin dreams and i graduated to offending
the streets welcomed me back with a sentence but i was back for vengeance
locked up and let loose devils apprentice crime paid my dues
substances abused and accusations of robbing murder and rape ensued
but i dodged blues mamma musta been smart upstairs
but these streets cry in despair i wreak havoc everywhere without a care
its tough out there but my life was a curse not gift
i was misfit to lift the burden on my shoulders width
i wanted parents not this emotions played my mind to death
everytime i attempted a right id end up left instead of paying itd be theft
instead of theft itd be murderous methods that werent clever
instead of being a life sever id rape women for my sins pleasure
its all pain u cant measure this life was tougher tjhan the norm
i wanted to climb back in that womb and become unborn
but im here in this world of scorn not fit to adorn a purists clothes
strip down my thoughts and darkest concepts are stored
im hanging by a dawn of fate and the rope wont cut
this life is too tough please kick the chair whoevers listening ive had enough....