Life aint always to the good sometimes im a nervous reck// cuz I gets no respect// im bout to explode like a teck// or slit my own neck// whatever the hells more conveniant// hella destructive like a nuclear warhead// not aimin at my enemies but at my own friends instead// cuz they tha ones that act like they down// but as soon as theres nothin too offer they the ones nowhere to be found// the first too talk behind your back and the first too clown// so I stay low key// livin in the position where nobody knows me// strictly worried bout gettin my money and my pussey mostly...

yo I just realized your never shit till you die// as soon as your corpse lies peeps look deep in your eyes and say he had so much potential for a prosperous life// but they the same peeps who kept me down and laughed at my dreams// the ones who threw me to the ground the ones who kicked at my spleen// the ones who told me nothing is all im ever gonna be// diggin ditches till Im the age of 40// paper or plastic?// flippin burgers till I meet my caskett// So just maybe theres a way out for me in this rap shit// I can see myself livin lavish wit top ten hits// but my family tells me that thats all bullshit// be realistic, they say I cant even rap// they say i sound like shit// they try to tell me that when I flow I dont even make sense//

They tha ones that make me wanna give it all up// throw down tha mic and say i just dont give a fuck// throw all my rhymes in the trash can// halled away by the trash man// make a nigga never wanna flow again// but what other choice do I have?// spend my life riding busses and cabs?// In my opinion im too good for that// i dont wanna spend my life pawning everything I ever had// right now its either fighting to be heard and doing what I can or turning to drugs and end my life in demise like my dad// and I dont want that

One day I wanna earn five g's a week// drive a car thats sleek and step clean with gator boots up on my feet// but right now I have to settle for three outfits// go too school looking like shit and having nothing more than an i.d. in my wallet..




that was some shit i needed to get off my chest..

my pain for your pleasure