This is it it's the last straw it will either be one great victory or just another great fall I will keep my head up back erect standing strong with this last string of hope I'm just holding on I know defeat very well it has consumed me--has only brought me hell People may know my struggle and my claim to understand it but when it comes down to it I'm the only one who has to stand it everytime i endure pain i do my best to reprimand it I am not your typical story of a struggle with a hustle or a fighter with no muscle My heart is an army who just wants to go home but the battlefield keeps calling and on my face, you can see the pain that is shown so i keep coming and my brain keeps trucking School is my life but its like my education got cancer can't affort the treatment so the mind gets sick alot faster for some reason its like i am high on learning cuz the knowledge is addicting the opportunity to gain acces to it is what i am yearning but the obstacles are detoxing the body and turning and being told i will never make isn't assuring the passion to make it is burning but haters are the ones that are only there to extinguish so sometimes all i know is how to relinquish

i give u the juice that causes u to use me i divide u and your family cuz u wont choose them over me im like the ring to your wedding, and at times there's only u and me because when im pointed at someone i become ur one and only when u own me niggas be actin all different and phoney u hold on to me when u get real lonely cuz i protect u and im all u need im yo gurl and yo homies i make u buckle down in yo seat make u take a step back as u curlin up yo feet I make u speed up your heartbeat when we come face to face, im usually the last thing that you see i make ur lips tremble and your knees weak like a hustla i stay on da block 24/7 days of the week i pierce holes throughout your body and make your insides bleed when you come in contact with me i plant a desire in u like a seed I'm what they call a real gangstas's treat