Spit some bars telling a story, see how dope you can make it and then go from there.....


It's about 3am and I can't sleep,
Eyes wide open, and my hand firmly grips the heat.
Thinking bout my lil homie that they took away.
Struggling to find myself and a better way.
But I can't, it's fucked up and I gotta go.
See these kats down on broadway and no not the show.
Its the ave where you can get ya head cracked
Black or white either way you better watch your back.
So I creep round, head low in drop.
Listening to some old Biggie, ready to die, that's when I spot the cop..............