uhhh ohhhh shit speaks for itself you stupid....
physco physco mother mother fucker aim his rifle right for your head mother fucker
haha to shots to shots you heard it comin
to late to duck now bloods runnin
down your neck i here your momma's cry already
to smart to seek any help from my homeys
deprived and hungry sittin cold and lonely
to deep in lies nobody wants to help me
lost and faded, degraded to something lower
small and hated like i wish my life was over
skinny and weak is all i try to over
come and hang with me.. you betta take cover
guns blastin left and right
bullets bounce and spark up the night
takin from the ghetto
to lose any small focus i had aimed for future life
you read my shit i know your hated on for being who you are
thats why your rappin rhymes to take some reason from being poor.




this is an old rhyme i wrote back in middle school on my way to Structured STudies.... fuck i hate that little bus.