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I am, everything u think i am,
Plus more, im more complex then u think i am,
U think i am a joke, nothing but a bright side,
But thats only one side, that you see in my eyes,
Through my rappin, through my actions, u see sides of me,
You rarely see my inside, my lungs lined with weed,
My heart finally bleeds for the dark side of me,
My brain is filled with thoughts of shots firin Gs,
And smart thoughts sharper than rot wilers teeth,
And pestimistic thoughts like what if a cop finds the weed,
But I'm not tired till ive been fought violently,
Till cop sirens screech and shots silence me,
Till me and my crew reign at the top i wont seice,
I am determined to have the lock and the keys,
On the likes of this city, by the force of my hands,
I dont even gotta tell you who i am,
But i will, cuz id kill, for the will, to just kill,
To shake off my conscience and kill at will,
Everyone who poses a threat, or pisses me off,
And i hope that the rest, stay with me and not,
Go against me, or tempt me evidently,
God sent me, here for a reason,
To steer all the bleedin,
Away from my family, Or makin a grammy,
I can be, but man thats just not who i am B
and what's goin on in these lives-of-ours?
Wtf are our desires besides-the-cars,
Money and women? man we'll be dyin-hard,
Can't run-away from judgement-day when times-get-hard,
Seein young kids rottin behind-the-bars,
Its whats goin on in my mind behind-these-bars,
Its imprisonment when we witness this kind-of-storm,
On this earth thats blue like my eyes-and-heart,
Ive tried-so-hard, to keep everyone-happy,
And i'll continue tryin until the guns-clap-me,
Until ive failed, for the last-time,
But i'll never fail at the ability to rap-rhymes,
Brothaz wanna act-fly till the gats-fly, thats-why,
u gotta watch who u put ya trust in, till that-dies,
Then u got nuthin, just ya nut bustin,
Over the thought of women that u'll never be touchin,
Cuz we want what we cant have, and u want-my-skill,
So u eatin off my plate, imma start-a-bill,
My heart-is-real, cant say the same boutcha-mouth
Im on some DMX shit, just shoutin-out,
Cuz i keep on hearin bullshit bout kids-talkin,
Make no fuckin sence like The Game crip-walkin,
Bang this in ya walkman while u shit-talkin,
And keep in mind that your words could be ya kids-coffin,
All these kids-coughin, from the weed-smoke,
And when they bitch-shoppin they gotta keep-low,
Cuz the cops-been-watchin how ya Gs-roll,
Till they start-just-stalkin you on the streets-yo,
Nobody trusts friends so they gotta keep-foes,
Nobody trusts-knives so they gotta keep-4s,
Bust-five, crush-lives, thats what they breathe-fo,
nobody gives a shit so they take away, like repo,
If u afraid, what u in the streets-fo?
If u wack wtf u on the beat-fo?
If u dont love these-hoes, why they in-ya-heart?
Keep ya eye on one for ya mind drifts-apart,
I got shit-to-start, its the retro-fam,
we just keep expanding till the techs-go-blam,
Like shea davis-gun, yeah my day-will-come,
Im like a personal trainer imma make-you-run
Every bar-that-i-write is a part-of-my-life,
And when i talk-on-this-mic, yo my heart-is-a-light,
That shines bright, through the night, and the fight-to-the-top,
For the right to just write and be right-in-the-spot
And the mic-will-get-hot, everytime-i-spit,
till i die-or-get-shot, i bring fire-that-hits,
In the night-and-the-dark, i can light-up-shit,
When i write-its-a-spark, that could light-up-spliffs,
Listeners like cattle, i just keep roundin-up,
75 Barz To Zion, go head and count-em-up