I'm lost--Deep, but doesn't make sence
It doesn't make sence at some points but this one is deep, ill and any other word that fits ill.
I'm still improving tho.
props to the beat(who ever was it)
One of those rappers that could easily get a number one hit if he just didn't fucked your lil sisters all the time.
All me beats are for sale, 10$ exclusive rights, and I can still change them to your needs.
Lyrics
I think I’m lost, I got many thoughts in my mind
There is already a lot of things that I’ve lost in my life
I’m kinda forced to live life, how more can I cry
When I imagine people that think they scored when you die
We need to stop the fighting, stop the hating
“White above the black” we need to stop the statements
Rock the basement if you wanna say things
And when cocks are hating shock the place with
The truth, the whole truth nothing but the truth
But keep in mind that everything you say will be used against you
That’s why I taking it easy when I’m using this pensile
not x-pressing to much cuz if u do so, government will jack you
Have you paying for things you haven’t done
Like the old men who had a son that grabbed a gun
And had his vision of having fun
Took innocent people lives 1 after 1
He blamed his dad for it, he wasn’t giving a fuck
It took some time before he realized he misses him much
He’s hoping for reunion for lots of kisses and hugs
We need to stop dissing these cocks, cuz chickens get fucked
And if peeps talk a lot of crap then I’ll be rippin em up
We need eachother, you know you can’t survive on ya own
When you loose people, lonely you lying at home
Thinking why is he gone, thryin to know
Why you didn’t helped him while he was fighting the zone
he could have lived, he could’ve been next to you
You just have to choose, you know what is the best to do
When people asking you, you say you kept it cool
And that you planning on banging these killers after school
When doing lots of bad things you have to pay for it
I just hate shit, why are humans made for this
The punishments of life…that’s how I’m stating this
When you laying hits, creating haters that say you dissed
Them and they’ll be coming back, to lay they fists
Claiming ish, you have no idea why the hell they saying this
They envy you, cuz all you do is making hits
You’r number one, so now you on there breaking list
They have break you to become best, but they aim is shit
They gon’ miss you if you stay real enough
They gon be on they knees and cuffs
Soon as they see that you’r the realest thug
Even ya breeze is hot, please just stop
The only problem is that everytime you free you suck
Improve ya weaknesses or else the peewees drop
The haters gon hate this, fans adore this
CD shops want more shit to fill they stores with
You listen to this when you are happy, or when you are bored kid
And even when you are sad cuz this was a dope spit
