outside, on the stoop chillin wit friends,
cats comin down the block thinkin this their streets
retaliate and pop a few knuckles soon dried with blood
knockin heads as we would at nights boppin to beats
one minute to another the blue boys playin manhunt
runnin all over the hood cause escape is our obsession
tryin to imagine the freeside of these walls we cant see
life here is a prison and our time sentence is not a question
ya dig the shit that goes around comes around?
believe in what you hear cause aint nothing better to do
its survival of the fittest, stand alone and watch out for yourself
theres evil everywhere, stained on the knife ya been stabbed by your own crew
by day riots and struggles to make it out alive and sane
by night the shits not quiet for long after trying to repress tha pain
white mans dream living since them indians been roughed up
setting standards no one that can straight will ever meet
yeah its us the spics niggas chinks all us fucks trying to succeed and do our thing
we gonna break down these bars and stand on top of OUR world and we be kings

Respect. . . See ya laters Varentao

er....well here i am...(!?!?)...

...so i felt this piece...i've written quite a few pieces on this subject, and know where ya coming from...

....once again, had a kind of 'on the edge' style to it..even though i thought it was not done as well as beforer...execution was at timrs a bit off...the level of power varied on a technical side...but then there were otehr parts which made up for that...and i think the subject had something to do with that too....

...overall it was quite powerful, and still very nicely done...

...respect....

I liked the piece even though you mentioned something about the white man I am a white man and I can flow just as good as any black hispanic asian man I know and I 'm still trying to get signed to a label