two years waits up still sleep wake up girl gone break up mind right cake up friends came friends left bullshit is endless been next hip hop really not impressed maybe just my love died sober still above high slugs fly eyes sucked dry still a thug cries i cried till i can t cry no more believe my own nonsense i can t lie no more soul dead breathless i can t sigh no more wheels already fell off i can t ride no more i guess i pack up all of my belongings and just troop it you know it s beef when a smart nigga gets stupid cause then it s justified rationale nullified steven shot 8 times almost thought my brother died see he was raised different i know his mother tried his arms tied i m trying to teach dude to touch the sky but still shorty wild turned on by 40 cals was young never saw me wild clutch robert horry style no wonder i picked up triggers to beef i only ever fist fought wit niggas bigger than me i never been the one to try and grab shit in my reach incompliant you have now witnessed the breach i feel like life is all written understand my math got on my knees told god i had a plan he laughed i mean hours passed no sleep cowards get a slow leak showered twice the whole week powerless control freak thinkin about suicide won t though i m scrutinized life nigga do or die hood want em crucified jewelry on fresh dressed model broads excess phone calls death threats tell me what s the next step what s what who s who paranoid as usual grippin on my deuce deuce either way a lose lose all i need is one mic razor blades gun fights room without no sunlight understand son s plight if done right won t seek and fail i don t follow the path i m creatin my own to leave a trail it s no rhyme or reason nor reason or rhyme no more food for thought shit deceasin the mind now they doubtin my desire second guessin my fashion like bringin of weapons of mass in when you question my passion i live for this not the baguettes and the fame got signed havin an answer then the question changed sayin jump off don t sound right is blasphemous downright i astound mics music is just what feelings sound like so even though when i do it it s flames for a while felt like i was makin music in vain we don t do it same i use it for change y all do it for change i use it for pain but keep doin ya thang soundscan skyrocket build all this hype bout it prayin people might cop it this is just my logic maybe it s psychotic though labels try to stop it this is my antibiotic so lemme start doin what dudes like a nigga in the booth feelin fresher than some new nikes dawg and i cruise like cruise control fuck that i can t do it i might lose my soul even though it should help a nigga to his goal would defeat the whole purpose naw that ain t what jers is naw that would be worthless bars soundin nervous a nigga much deeper than what you see on the surface i d rather resort back to snatchin purses finally understanding what the gift and the curse is if i was more concerned about a purchase i would tell y all it s about to go down like bird shit it takes courage me versus urges a wordsmith that got caught up in label merges and what s worse is i been deserted in the circus up and left the circuit it s dead like hearses sicker than them pedophiles workin in them churches that ain t the type shit i deem fit for my verses dawg so lemme help niggas understand mouse dawg why try to fit in when you a stand out it s no album but the money never ran out aside from rap i m kinda focused on land now cause i don t know whurr the game is i know we jus been attacked by a hurricane chris some niggas can t fathom what money and fame is or some niggas get it by usin they stainless or some niggas get it but they can t sustain it me i m regular joe i don t let it change shit1