Feelin like im stranded, As I realize the bad that man did
Call it karma, where we all wear body armor,
Fear suddam or osama, why all the drama?
It just don’t make sense, when we cant pay the rent
Where every cent matters, like im playin snakes n ladders
As the innocent blood splatters, seems like till they hear them gun shots
Hear them bodies drop, our point dun get got.
Spreadin my message, leavin me guessin, askin the wrong questions
Feelin like cocking the smith n Wesson, n teachin myself a lesson
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Just the beginning of a track, i noe its not a free, but more people in here to c it, feeed back yall, critisisismn helps yah noe, so do yah thang, lemme noe whatcha think

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noone can stop me, noone can top me, as i have ma finger out the window yellin fuck the law