Yo i got robbed ta day so i'ma spit a lil verse here,

yo no matter how long i sit and think, smoke a blunt and have a drink//
i still cant c y people wud wanna cumit a robbery, espcially when we wus like broz, now he a no show hoe//
I was down town, and my pad got jacked, well guess wut, i'm strapped, and my clips packed//
1 in tha chamber, 15 in tha clip, fuck this hommie and his click, shove a dick//
i gotta remind myself ta keep da peace, but how can i hold, when i gotta deal wit a wanna b thug thief//
over a grand worth was stolen, fuck him, next thing he b seein his my fist rollin//
lost 2 bikes, and my cd's, they jacked my x-box, and my tv, stole my clothes, and watched me stand my killa pose//
there goes part of my life, i took my knife, and confronted him, now i am huntin him//
no more Tupac, dmx, or biggie smalls, no more BMX mountain bike or cellular phone calls//
now look and guess wut happened, one hint left, my knife is now dull//

well thats wut happened, man it sucks gettin robbed well bye bye x-box, bikes, cd's, x-box games, cell phone, money and my t-shirts, oh and this fucker even went into my fridge and stole sum food, that lil bitch.