impulses 2 kill a man lyrically, n be tha 'first'
tha 'worst' of a breed, type 2 'curse' at tha preacher in 'church'
n smoke 'weed' n 'feed' off hate n then repeat
no one willin 2 say they relate 2 this develous feat
im commin from tha bottom of poverty... ayo, i rise 'up'
dont giv a 'FUCK', cuz tha ghetto, !killed! my belief in 'luck'
ever since i wus a lil kid, wantin them 'luxuries'
things i never had, a mom n dad not fillin essentual 'needs'
but in the end, i thank tha ghetto, it made me who i am
soulja of tha street, 22, packin serious heat
no-one to call when im feelin low, single exception of myself
independantly made my wealth, indepence strengthed my mental health
im living proof of what can happen if you, got what it 'takes'
you make 'mistakes', but learn n rise up, above them 'fakes'
n 'thanks' 2 no-one, im still here, im stackin 'chips'
me n homeboys got tired a crack, now we sellin whole 'bricks'
branded americas nightmare, it aint fair, but its tha 'truth'
daily homocide, violence n shoot-outs, whats used as 'proof'
every night, its like a new nigga makin tha news
shot this, shot that, was a member of these crews
nah, americas nightmare, aint a term 2 be used lightly
abused nightly, by thugs that try hard to incite me
it excites me to see beef, its what i was bred 2 do
got intentionz 2 kill you and half ya family too
shit duke, ran outta time, my last line, stick 2 ya mind
be strong about cha self, tru respect is all youll find

spent a whole 45 minutes or so ritin this up, so i hope peeps like it.

holla back.

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