Acidic:
ayo livin in tha hood havin no job means bein broke 99% of tha time//
wen we needed money i had food stamps in my hand but to sell em i needed to
stand in line//
every time i wanted somtin i had to go and be grimey//
sneaky on tha streets kept it cool cause tha cops were always behind me//
tey were always watchin me from wen i came out my house till i went in//
i always eluded tem wen it was time for din din/(dindin=dinner)
tats wen i would go and steal from tha mart//
always havin a head start//
of gettin away from tha cops//
runnin as fast i can i aint gonna make no stops//
till i get home and change my clothes just so i could do it all ova again//
but i kno if i get caught im gonna be spendin time in tha pen//
although bein broke has its benefits it also has its downfalls//
tha tenement buildings r ovacrowded and we got children yellin across tha
halls//
and bein a child of 3 has its difficulty wen bein raised by a single parent who
work 3 jobs and doesnt even see her 3 kids//
but she always has money to put down and bids//
she wins and she losses and comes home at night wit either a happy face or a sad
one//
but wit tha money she had left she went and bought a gun//
she got tired of bein borke all tha time and she committed suicide so she could
be free from bein broke//
not long after 2 of tha 3 kids had a heat stroke//
and passed away and tat leaves me all alone in tis hood//
but being broke im doin good//

Lack of Logic:
It’s a sad way- to awake at the break of day- in a
subway- cold as fuck being called earths decay-this
empty bottle of E and JAY-clouds what I have to say-
it aint like the earth cares- anyway- no health care-
and to poor for welfare-ma said god would be there-
but I don’t see him or feel him-plus my body’s slim-
from famon-the drink empty to the brim- I cant
fathom-and my guiding lights dim-
I feel better when I feel sick- tried suicide- but
cant even afford a razor to do it with-as life passes
bye- I ponder is my purpose to take time and then die-
not leave anything behind- to be identified-if you
look in my eyes-
You could see hope and promice- drugs and narcotics-
an escape way through a gate way drug Im trying to be
honest-
This drug is satans influence- I sin and cant offer
repentence- this is my life my cell and im serving my
sentence-
Low label products- corrupt cops – sun burns from
sleeping on black tops-I here guns pop- and hydrate
myself with pepermeant shnoptz-
Home is a battle field older then the sneaks on my
feet- admit defeat- relying on burning garbage cans
for heat-
Soda pop cans at 5 cents a peace- might gaurentee me a
bath and place to sleep-
But you don’t know that or never will-to feel your
will- snap in 2 peaces each day to repeat it the next
day that’s real-
To you as well as myself- im 4 steps from seeing
heaven while im laying in hell- in foul body smell- I
feel compelled- to tell- the story- HI~S~TORY of my
journey- from purgatory- that led me to a gurney-
2 degrees from lights out-listening to doctors scream
and shout- no one wanted to help me out- was not
insured and only had a dollar amount- and doctors
don’t give discounts-
god took mercy so to give me an answer- on weather I
should give up hope he diagnosed me with cancer-
im gonna die soon I knew this with no delaboration-all
these complications- and I cant afford the medication-
but im no different than you beautiful people- im as
ugly as you are to me so in a way we still equal-
and 2 equals equivilate to 2 flatlines- one that was
my mind and one was just my time-
as I laid down to this rest- with only a vision and a
few rags to my chest- kept the warmth I could with
only wine to dijest- I could feel death’s breath on
the back of my neck- I want to die with respect- so
let sleep with the blessed-never wake up again…. no
where is woarse…. I thought as my spirit left.

Damani-DaGrinch:
Why is it so hard, livin in this world without scrillz//
I have a hard enough time affordin another meal//
without having baby moms on my dick bout child support billz//
whoever said every man was created equal wasnt poor//
he never had to sneak bread and meat out the grocery store//
the worst times gotta be them cold ass nights//
poverty has no prefrences foy black or white//
where is this god that was suppost to be right by my side//
do you have some kind of beef or was i just not livin right//
another day of life for me is just another fuckin demise//
and these upper middle class have the nerve to ask why we commit crimes//
lets see how theyd fend in the situation where its a fight to survive//
I dont see shit gettin better so why not just end it all and take my own life in the middle of a busy mall//
so these financially secure people can watch my broken body fall//
I wonder if they'd try to prevent it//
and yell NO DONT SHOOT//
or just ignore this piece of shit//
and go on with their daily commute//
i dont see any reason not to//
so i guess my plans are going through//
dear lord this ones for you//
1.....2....3.....BOOM!!!!!!//
(body drops to the floor in a bloody mess and the only people who even acknoledge it is the mall janitors)

uppin for wat yall think about tis piece

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hell yeah we uppin da shit outa dis

still uppin

Shit Was Pretty Dope..Off At times But Aight..All Came Nice..Its Flowed Okay Throughout All Of The Verse's..You All Should've Packed For Multi's In It..but Its Still Tight..Overall A Nice Drop..Pz..

this was hot..in my opinion..but there's always room forr improvement..i jus' can't point speciifics out..so keep doin what yall doin..

sum mad imagery here in all the verses. lol ur verse was just too long and difficult to read but u still kept up wit the imagery. yas coulda done wit uppin ya vocab. just one thing tho u only examined the situation in a one dimensional way. i mean i've lived on estates (british equivalent of the projects) all my life wit no money but i've never given in and then gone on to commit crime. i understand why yas might have written bout it but u just gotta fuck all the people not given ya jobs and just keep at it till ya get one. lol i kno thats all a bit long fuckin winded but it was just sumthin i was thinkin when readin this piece. anyway check mine ninja philosophy. aight cuz peace

All three came acroos tight, Heavy piece,

Damani-DaGrinch:-

the worst times gotta be them cold ass nights//
poverty has no prefrences foy black or white//
where is this god that was suppost to be right by my side//
do you have some kind of beef or was i just not livin right//

It not only sounds tight, I like what you said,

However all came strong, tight piece, Keep it up,

still uppin

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i feel you cuz this shit was kind of long but there was just a lot that we had to say bout this piece

man i could see all of that happenin, ya'll came good.very nice

Ay yall...this was a tight collab, no doubt..long piece, no doubt..but a tight piece..all of yall came strong with the content n on point with the flow..had a lot to say n yall knew what yall were talkin about..knew just how to say it too...very nyce droppin..stay up with this..ill keep an eye out for more writes from all 3 of yall..much propz.
peace.

uppin on tis

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damn SHIT!! tight shit y'all 2 many narcoleptics keep droppin'em shits 2 b honest have no favorite part whole shit came correct..............much respektz