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

Yo bro. Don't give up like that. There's hope in Jesus!! This peice really let me know how you feel..I've heard many of these type rapz. Yo peep out a post I did in POETIC Scriptz. I only got love for you..aight. Much love and God Bless..

yo thanks fo da love son...

shit like that is the only thing that keep a nigga goin....

that and that intense feeling that i get at gospel every sunday...

Stay up kid ......1

ayo u took me places with this jint, i just wrote up somethin like it, cause i felt the same way, i saw someone else was sayin the same sorta thing i am and i had to read it, this shit touched me keep ya head up, i dont know what else to say, 1luv.

ayo simple and to the point this is hot if its your mind now think twice as for the flow its mass nice

thanx fo tha props yo...
everyone gets in that mood where you just wanna die ....

I just think that instead of ending it all wit a single bullet through tha dome its a lot better to focus all that energy into that hotshit that comes straight from tha heart....

I can feel a nigga flowin bout real shit a lot more than someone just flowin bout livin it up and being rich.....

peace to all my real niggaz.....1