This for that real shit, dont spit unless u have something deep and real to say, just continue were the last brother left off...


Flowin my minds open, chokin constant smokin
exhale but it remains in my brain can i maintain
feeling this chronic pain its all the same niggas get high worldwide
trying to survive i aint lie
just to stay sobre see i got to get high
sit and think n let my mind drift, wondering why
holding on to love just to keep from going under
life is short
dont wanna live on welfare paying child support
condums be a nigga bullet proof vest
and safe sex the only way to fuck another day
no fucking with aids
its dark, my thug heart grows cold
in many ways, things i used to feel in my soul just dont phaze
feelings ungrazed emotionless faces showin age
livin in hell will i prevail
cant sleep cuz my thoughts crazed
prayin at times, saying my mind shit i got to get by

I hit the weed now i find im lost in time
belive times i cried
every tear shed for another brother dead
pastor said it was all good
new better heaven open never for a born hood
we aint got shit please sombody explian the way
liquor became my best friend n enemy one in the same
hennesy, thug mentality but hearts pure
made from the pain that we made to endure
i remain keepin it real
for my G's who ceased to breath
from this day till i cease to be
bone deep