dis a lil sumthin i wrote in da start of da year bout my 2k2 dat wuzn't so great.


sometimes i just sit down and think to myself
this world is messed up man i think it needs help
but i got my own problems ain't none gone help solve em
i place my trust on the lord to see if he'll evolve em
into sumthin much better maybe tasting like cheddar
the only way i communicate wit my brother is through letters
my mom is stressed i can't let ha
keep on taking this pressure jus hand me da barreta
takin over this year 2002 to da 3
i ain't playin look around it's F.U.B
is the click i be with/ we don't act like we rich/
we straight up family shed blood we never snitch
the year 2002 was tragic and brought pain
i witnessed two cousins die now i'm tryin to maintain
with shit so heavy on my brain as i sip on night train
just spittin the flow representin wit my game
never bitin off others specially those close as brothers
beef ain't nothin to me so dawg don't even bother
i got far importrant shit that i worry about
like when my brother gone be out serving time in the south
In da V is where I lay at
ask any body who knows daz where real niggaz stay at
as i grab da pen and paper and scribble this down
real niggaz undastand but this is riddles to clowns