to those who cant stop
i pray that you dont drop
my friend was killed by a punk cop
this street life aint rite
1st lesson,never nacked in the nite
i stay strong with god so i continue to fight
dont wanna see the pin cuhz homies passing kites
learned to keep my pistol real tite
i cant even trust my friends
they hate me now and wish to see my end
aint no time to pretend
cuhz i dnt even have a buck ta lend
nor a buck ta spend
im still in a one way rat hole
with no way out but a fat meth bowl
cant kick it,gotta constantly roll
weather its with myself or wit a fourty fo'
i try to enter but its constant closed doo's
and i stay with the struggle cuz the lord kno's
what i see
and what i try and be
learned to slang them keys
and pass them trees
so as the day turns cold
i pray with tears,on my knees
before my friends have to pay there phee's
i beg and scream out please!
kind of went off subject for a momment..ill try and do better on the next one