a yo the dramma in this life is like i can't take it
see a slice of the knife is more then nice i can't fake it
i hate it ... nobody ever thanks me cuz i made it
debated whats the price going twice till i say shit
somebody can u hear me please .. i beg and plead
feels like i'm lost in memories .. of the deceased
like i'm invisable cuz no ones hearing my voice
what will it take? a merical untill i'm near in my choice
i mean danm how can i be heard? with each word i desperse
in these verse that i re-hursed
shit i'm just speaking the truth i even sleep in the booth
cuz notthing betters the youths then our lyrical fruits
so we gotta come together and forget about the drama
cuz like i said aint notthing better then givin advice like ur mama
or ur father .... it doesn't matter who u pick
that only thing that matter is the choice of wordz that u spit
