Momma Said know ya foes,
hold ya own an stay focuss son,
i spit every last breath
wit a tear or so,
hear no moe ears gon old,
i think that my years gon cold,
i fear my soul lord please help me,
all a nigga wanna do
is live right not wealthy.
shots knelt me..on my right hand,
why it gotta come ta this,
slumbs n strips where i hung
young n big -cant leave
cuz nigga i love tha bricks,
im amuned ta hurt,
im soon ta urk load up
shoot thru ya shirt,
uncle said loose the dirt,
but t then i gotta loose my worth,
i choose to burn light my fuse N fry,
used ta cry now i shed blood
cuz i refuse ta die,
i can see thru tha pupil eye,
salute tha gods cuz theese days
i gotta mute tha odds!

Damn i was feelin' this all the way....shit was nice and simple but had a good flow to it....good shit dog....keep dropin' and peep my shit in open mic...1

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not bad...i did like how you stayed topic throughout tha whole thing...got me a bit confused on your flow pattern in tha beginning...overall pretty good...an if ya wanna battle ill see bout hookin somethin up...if itz aight wit you...1

alright thanks for peepin hit me back on that battle ish dawg 1

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