Constant battle of life, strugglin, fate calls like bluntz,
The 'drug' war, I'm jugglin 'eight~balls' at once,
Gotta earn ya props and ya mad respect around here,
Get ya shit pushed~in even if ya voice sound queer,
Your life is a fuckin resume and that drug lord ya boss
Chumps gettin jumped, ya get mugged for a cost,
Damn christians givin us people all of they biblical slurs,
As an individual gotta settle men wit critical words,
Critical fists amidst the anger we never retreat from danger,
Exchange words, and eventually I'll beat some stranger,
Controllin the streetz like the way fat chicks controll pussy folds,
Holdin the beatz for guys that get sucked more then tootsie rolls,
No such thing as fear, represent yaself or get you'll beat down,
Make the message clear, words turn men into street clowns,
Men wit possible futures end up gettin badly tramatized,
No more happiness or lookin into ya momma's eyes,
Ya life was dramatized like you been livin a wack reality,
Look at life as a game, and you'll face actuality,

Let me know what ya think.

__________________
[img]<center>
http://friendpages.com/pages/singers/punchline2004/photo26.jpg</center>[/img]

<center>...The Illest Conceptz...</center>