My life! (a taste of written lyrics)

2007-09-08T12:51:24-04:00

These fools introduced me to this music.Now wishin' I was absent.Left layin' on my back.Bastards noticin' I'm a hastard to their lyrics.I witnessed a lot of innocent victims.Not able to escape the satan in the game.I call him these streets.But,me.I'm a continue chasin this money 'til they lay me six feet beneath their feet.Until they finish me.Ten feet is where I need enemies.This is my life.So,pay attention to this conversation that I mention.I'm like a drug addict to writin' these track scriptures.They brung me here thinkin' I was scared.Through the years I may have shedded one tear.All it took was a little taste and now I'm after the whole plate.Time aint waitin' on me to be playin' wit lames in the game.Though I love the lane.I had to leave 'em.And introduced these music abusers a new dude.But,I'm a legend on the block.Put in a position to draw attention to the Miwaukee City.Can you vision the complicated decisions.Just close yo' eye's picture these frustrated days.What could I say.I inherited an expirement that took over the world.On the block we call it hip-hop.I know why I spit rhymes that capture minds.Cause I came from nothin'.But,is actually somethin' to another.Now label as a balla figga from the Milla.Hate if you choose to.What you gonna do.Take back somethin' that I never had.I remember when my pockets full of lent.Nothin' changed much.Cause this money aint free.So,they hate me.Cause I'm pullin' more moves than these so-called goonz.I'll be the one to take them fools back to school.Though I'm riligious wit this life I'm livin'.I catch the holy ghost of recorded songs.Are you willin' to swallow the truth.Listen to a dude and I'll re-school you stupid ass fools.Gettin' bent as I leave a scent.Markin' my presence and flippin' benjamins.I know these liars despice a guy.But,that's life.So,they can take it up the rear.And let me know how they really feel.Clowns tryin' to knock me down.I'd advise 'em to move before they feel a few rounds.Try now and wound up laid down.You don't know of the fears I had to face to make it to this day.So,I thank god for another day.Set aside the caine and went straight.But,ran into several paths along the way.Either jail,slained,or paid.I survived two.What I'm a to do to avoid the third.Only the lord can give me the word.I told them fools in the beginin'.This is only the beginin' and I'm far from the end.Just roll witta balla.If you wanna witness a brotha from the gutta winnin'.It doesn't matter.Any time of the day.I'm a speak what I have to say.The hood damn near captured me in my earlier childhood.Now I two seed that needs to survive these city streets.Call me foolish if you choose.But,you know I'm not stupid.And I'm cool at what I do.While these lames tryin' to rape me for my game.Givin' these copycats a hard time at that.So,they wanna stab me in my back.But,I'm back wit another track.Then I penetrated them lames pages wit the game that I gave.My return will quiet awhole choir.All of these evildoers tryin' to ruin a ballaz doin's.Well,they can keep tryin'.Cause I'm a keep flyin' til I reach the end of the sky.High at that.Double digit cases.I faced wit out bein' afraid.You may fgure you could fit my shoes.Just charish the ride before you wound up embarressed.I survived them dark parks.Now I can see a glimpse of the shine.Push the pedal to the metal.And drop the back of the chevy as I'm chasin ' this money.It's funny these dumbies.Thought the DEA had me locked away.I got away wit my ways.So,why would I change my set ways.I worked hard to stomp the yard wit these bosshawgs.They didn't wanna balla to survive the drama..My pop left me as an infant.So,you rookies means nothin' to me.If you aint bout this money.Then exit my presence.Cause this my life and not yours.

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