the path i follow the road i chose.
i stick to that shit as i walk glory road.
my story of drugs lead to gang violence.
like street riots i left people standing in there silence.
people cryin´ cus they home boys dyin´
i hear others lyin jelous cus they quit tryin.
they think life is easy, i think life is a joke.
cause the only thing real is the death in the gun smoke.
reality is possible but the possibility is limited.
expecialy to a legend that remains so gifted
rhymes leave u lifted ten feet in the air.
twisted and hypnotic and all i do is stare
lines come out fluent i dont need to think hard.
when i run, i only plan to make it to the longest yard.
by far im the greatest there is at my skill.
im to ill to hide, no need to take rap pÃ-lls
no need for rap enhancements, im to good for the game.
im the rap shit. down here everyone knows my name.
they know what i rep. why and where i do it.
need i tell u again my rhymes so fluent.
but im blind in the game, cus i dont wanna see ur face.
that leads me to think another amatuer out of place.
i feel like a ghost writter lost in the wind.
haunting lost souls , watchin over my friends.
but in the end i know where i stand.
i rap what i want but i know who i am..


first time i have written in like 5 months . tell me wut u think. will leave links in a few hours....
will reply to those that leave feed. thankz

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im so ill that cancer thinks im its father.