wrote this for my girl cause i was challenged to spit how i feel about my life and her in rhymes so...

They say you do good, then good will come bak to you,
Instead you get screwed, and evil deeds brew,
End up wit black and blues, before you even crack a clue,
So you smash open sum booze,
Turn on TV and watch the news,
Hoez, snitches, fat niggaz stay poppin Stacker 2,
Corrupt cops and preachers ready to turn thier backs on the youth,
So who do you turn to in this world of criminal pursuits,
Crack or Dope dealers for sum haze to blaze a blunt or two,
You dont kno how many fuckin times i reallie wanted to,
Rip open a Phillies Blunt n toke the pain away wit ma mouth on the plastic flute,
My hearts cracked in half cuzza all the pain i put my body thru,
And I jus keep pushin maself to be the very best among ma crew,
Without ma gurl i swear to god i wulda killed a fuckin dude,
Culdnt tell that im hurtin bad cuz on the inside is where i bruise,
Plan suntin wit ma other half it never works out like i want it to,
Instead i get fucked over i can never win in this, I always fuckin lose,
But dont get it twisted like a screw, and get yaself confused,
I love my gurl id die for my boo if i wuz ever needed to,
But the angst im surpressin in myself is insurmountable,
I need a babygurl for real that'll finally stay true, pray to god that its you..