we walk it, drop hotness to keep our stock up
just one drop and we're done
no fun it that, so... Let's rock son.
use the scratches from cats to chop trees and each
scheme brings a cross in any dreams thoughts.
pop and jot the clean ink blots for you not me
anyone else, outside hip hops community.
and this computer sees the future darts
sharp, the next neck becomin' huge superstars.
so, through outstretched arms we all reach
to teach or preach what`s our heart to raw speech.

i'll walk myself, draw my wealth
just for talks of yells when i flop myself
stop the pounds and put stock in hell
just cause these sounds won`t stop to help

but i use this music and view it as useless to Bish
When i`m used to only choosin' hip hop music.

Supporting in my head, fed up about these bitches
Feeling buried deep, beneath these bridges ditches.
Wishes everyday going out to shooting stars
Expressing might explained beyond polluted cars.
Extended out among each and every one of you
I know what I know...so fuck off..squealers too.
Struggles I been through never ceased to exist
If you ever felt half of my hurt, it's just the mist.
So stop playing him, just another imatation
Man face it, destination...pen is what you facing.

Only seen me, you don't know me
Just so shameless you's a phony
Watch your mouth or you can blow me
Cause Only my family truly knows me...

So next time comprehend before you go to sleep and pray
It's the thoughts that count...that's all I got to say.

__________________
..Ghetto Essence..

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