the past comes back to grab me while pictures keep on flashing new images, is it all real or a miimick thats from within. A prank and a gimmick but i'm still not laughin, while 2Pacs murdered and i'm right there to witness it. I wasn't there so it must be a dream, but why does it feel as though i'm the one to bleed, they never shot me so can i still succeed? i hope with my courage that i'll find a place to rest my needs. It's not greed its just my normal instinct to talk as a gangsta though i've never been to the precinct. Life stinks in general and yet people still hate,and dont think. death is overcome, and people run from fate. Their plates are overflowing and still try to escape. i just stand on my own with God on my side and room to esculate. I'm no Dr. Dre, 50cent, or checkmate. More like mase Before he switched his ways. But its okay i know i'll be shown the way, living in tomorrow where the hells today? every step i take makes my whole soul want to shake. So i await the deeds wether good or bad and show my true feelings in the words that i rap.
so is it a site where people battle and fight in words that work and are potent as cryptonite, jabs like tyson watch for the bite and the punch line, as i hook and then hit the lights, camras action, a blow connects and alll suspension makes a tension, that has me askin, Wheres our passion? why is there clashing?And whats going to happen? To many questions and God knows the answers, i'm not dead but i kill just like cancer. send those who oppose out to the pastures, while i rap and yak with the strength of a pastor. Am i just a rapper or is there something beneath, you never know until you mess with me, Screw with you like a hoe with a disease, I'm water and i flow through, just like all your STD's, i chew on the words you say like A CANNIBAL, make fiction seem actual while sitting here casually watching the streets on my screens. whats gonna happen when will this BS stop, will we be remembered or forgot like all those who have been killed, shot, or caught. In my head 'm brain dead but my words still spread like butter, rich at heart yet still in the gutter. I used to ponder reality until i figured life, is messed to the max so pass me the knife , my wrist aint cut and wont be i'm not the type. I'll just wait to explode then pass me the pipe.