raised a product of lock-ups and hate-rock,
caged from a young age,dumb-rage an irate thoughts/
insane plots formed to stack cash off cocaine in it's rock form,
perform transactions,come back and ransack em with arms drawn/
never went to school,this is how i learned fractions,
burnin trash-cans light my way/
burnin hash by grams night and day.
still learnin and yearnin for a righteuos way/
before another man decide to take the kid life away,
but i'm returnin to purgitory,old e"s and fortys in my fightin days/
the pyrex,whole kitchen a mess, pitchin hard white an cane,
why stress, i'd just hit the prison yard and write sum flame/
now my flow all over the place, spits slackin,
but i ain't sleepin nah, the kid nappin/
wit a big magnum i run up and kidnap men,
stick ice picks to ya abdomen/
twist ya around an hit ya in the back again/
dog, my lifes darker than a black cadillac packed with north africans.......


i dunno