it's just that i got no emotions
no soul or form-a focus
neither warm or cold, only normal
not even, far from it
5'10 wit a scarred stomach,
since a baby i been pavin out the way i am now
cravin for the day i stand proud
on my own two feet, grow'n to be what i wanted to be
not what you want me to be
i am real, if you cut me i'll bleed
fuck me i'll come back an' re-talliate
wont just sit idley by
an' lie in bed at night an' jus cry,
the fuck would i be that kinda bitch for
i itch for that which controls
twitch on the gat switch "CLICK"- explodes!
an' rip microphones as this rap shit unfolds
i'm told to hold back,
i hope you know that no matter how much pressure put on
I wont....
'cause this my war story
collapse your structure like a 4 storey town home erodin
slap you an' the horse you rode-in
my raps a trojen horse in the game
and the door open

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