Finally got time to speak my mind…
Nigga holla at cha boi…jerzey…feel my words…

I done did wut chu done, jumped tha obstacles too big
Made shit possible, I been to hospitals too, kid
I worked thru tha sweat n tears been a slave to pain
Verses n verses of my thoughts, I gave tha game
Sumptin to think about, we all crave tha same
I want tha cars, crib, cash, you can save tha fame
My pride can’t be swallowed, soul can’t be killed
Skill can’t be beat, tha shoes can’t be filled
Just cuz I’m spittin over tracks for plaques
Theres no difference between us, we clutchin tha same gun
Cuz we got tha same roots I’m from where u came from
I ain’t gangsta or wanksta, I am who my mother raised
Tha streets educated me, I’m found where tha gutter lays
Shit ain’t hard to understand, the scam is planned out
We takin control of this, cuz no one had they hand out
So don’t holla at Jerzey like I owe you sumptin
Cuz you weren’t here before dawg I know you frontin
No matter wut I’m still me, guilty of bein filthy
Tha one and only Jerzey, holla if ya feel me

Let me get sum feedback

__________________
~Jerzey~
As I'm Blessed with
Tha best gift

~One~

Holla at cha boi

I liked this shit...multiez and flow was on point...and the message you delivered was good...you keepin' it gangsta with this shit son... keep doin' ya thing dunny...the only mistake I seen was that I think you forgot a line after you said "Just cause I'm spittin' over tracks for plaques"...you ain't made a rhymin' line for that...but that shit can be fixed...peep one of my latest piecez when ya get a chance...either "Hellraiza" or "Just Me"...holla back...one...