ayo mind develops christian scriptures...........crystal clear precision pictures//
a woman slips in her slippers..........prostitute our sistas.....feed food to our livers//
grow strong, warriors create there image...........egos burst, but never blemished//
we shoot at they crew, they shoot bacc............psycho mindz hunt for fresh meat like wolf packs//
bombin with mustard gas at soldiers that stood fast.......runnin the streets, mobbin with hood rats//
nines clutched in our palms, hands sweaty..........outside the door, my manz ready//
bustin the frame, demand twenties............kids with smears on they face like ash wednesday//
gutterz smellin of piss..............a bum fell in his shyt.....eyez light up when they see how real that it is//
drug dealer bumb rushed and smacced in his ribs......a simple man wonderz why, he was never askin for this//
this the life we forced to endure, we go through it........on the streetz yu hard?, then prove it//
10 year old boyz movin units..................geniuses made to feel stupid//
no reason for this, we left clueless.............runnin our weight, sticc a gun in ya face//
bloody the place.............have yu drinkin ya dna, man its sumthin to taste//
out here its kill or be killed, the strongest survive..........swingin knucklez, man yu earn ya life//
a fiend get burned tonite..............hold it low, rush, disperse the knife//
stab it in..............if thats how yu have to live.......never go through life with asteriks//
i see the opposite army, its time for the body count........water baptizes the dead, a fuccin body drowned//
hear that, the pump of the shotty sound..............anutha one hit, his corspe droppin down//
he bleeds from his hips...............he wants to live?, yu can tell cuz i sense pleads from his lips//
i managed to get out unscathed, i go to church and thank jesus for this.............then i hit up my enemies crib, and sleep with his bitch//...............

ALL I NEED IS ONE MIC

all keystyle baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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WOW EVERYBODY IN HERE HATES
ME
FUCK YA FEEDBACK THEN
CAUSE YALL BITCHES

all i gotta say is...

nice piece!

Thanx 512
bout tyme a vet gives me sum props

dope writings...

The Wordplay Here Was Capital, The Flow Was Tight, Overall It Was A Tight Piece...The Best Bar Was:
"nines clutched in our palms, hands sweaty..........outside the door, my manz ready//
bustin the frame, demand twenties............kids with smears on they face like ash wednesday//"

hey i liked that, smooth flow like a good pint. especially last four lines, bitchin' verse man......

why you jocking him like this dude.................

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