as I sit here and read some of dis ****,
I can't help but thinks its all a load of bull ****,
rhymes corny and fake, half these kids shouldn't even hit the page,
yo, yo, my life is not in a theater the streets are my stage,
and mic's I burn in rage, of these fake kids claiming,
they walk with heat, how you gonna say that ****?
when I carry heat, I've buried people deep,
thrown a body in the bloody creek,
I claim black and red, white as night lights in the sky,
the sky is the limit, but **** I'ma reach high,
higher then I 'eva reach before, cause my life's no life to adore.
the streets is coming out of me,
hittin this page with the rage,
you get from being on the stage,
5th and ave, to the memories stole we had'
from the days without a dad,
mom's workin 3 jobs tring ta hold down,
but me a rude **** never letting my guard down,
never let her out and date to see some clowns,
not with this niggas attuide,
People look at my a different way,
cause my names in head lines of deaths way,
and they wonder why I don't change my ways,
now let me tell you a secret,
even though I know you won't keep it,
you might even eat it, up in your head,
as the fake gangsters read this,
it won't jump out at you, cause you claming sets,
yet you'r scared to rep, your own set,
tags and flags, in the end its all a body bag,
my cousin found dead murdered in cold blood,
and no one had the heart to show true love,
so we buried a solider, who's world shouldn't of been over,
should of had a chance to grow older,
19 age of the young,
but for him to die, opened my eyes,
my apologies diabolically
I look in the flames and I see the hot in me,
jkilla baby I'm proud of me...