i dissolve thought in concious acts splattered
conform when caught in daunted tracks that matter
before left behind kids listen to words i've recited
i pour over designed bids to connect with a blunt n' lighter
my body torn to tatters with the clatter of a tense writer
simply put i ain't the best but i am good
lived my whole life stuck in the tragedy of the hood
paced myself so not to disgrace myself
laced shelves with my faced visions of hell
winged demons reach on me screaming
leaving thoughts of dreaming caught in webs decieving
recieving scars wrought on this already broken back
beat near death with the bloody end of a broken bat
gone to bat for niggas who fuck me for money
lovely now i'm cold broken friendless and hungry
so how the fuck am i supposed to see things sunny
when i was kicked abused and left for dead in the gully
past giving friendly looks to crooks who steal my books
not the king of rap just a pawn being beaten by rooks
i wish for a mother who would sing clean and cook
but those are fruitless wishes for things mistook
and so
i leave you with these overburdened words of wisdom
fuck your politics your rims your system
fuck your dollars bills your fast wheels and all your riches
we all leave broke some of us sporting stitches