i hop this time youll like it

its dramatic seing tragic accidents caused by lighted match and a can of gas,
no place after no cash ya have to live like trash,
what ya do?sit on your ass and wait till the last minutes collapse,
and then perhaps,no mather in fact,youll never come back,
ya family kinda evil kicking you out kuz of some kinda trouble,
ya like nobody your like the man in the bubble its afful,
ya lost ya life and never will have it again,
even if you try to get it back its only some fictions,
each time to be in a crew i try my best to put subliminal rhymes,
but it aint fine cuz i fall on my knees and wanna cry but atleas i try,
im in this open mic shit but now i feel like i wanna quit,
Bad lyrics cuz i write them down to quick,its making me sick!