Mutt breed

I know ya'll ain't tryin to hear what i'm spitten

But I ain't gonna front just to try an fit in

The verses i've written have truth and meaning behind them

Fuck a diamond in the rough I'm a rapper not some gem

Gonna prove I'm priceless no matter how much ya'll tell me i'm worthless

Know I got skill so why dress to impress

My lifes a mess wearin second hand clothes waitin for the bus

Standing up, speakin out to all the haters that ain't like us

The outsiders comin from out the sewers always down to ride

I rap for those hurtin inside let em know it's ok to have pride

From the ghetto but not part of a gang

Broken families lookin for some friends that are down to hang

Strange brain patterns stuck talkin to a shrink

We go harder than prison gates in spite of what you think

Got big dreams when you trapped in the big city

Doin what we gotta it ain't always pretty

 

Grindin, writing and I got a bowl to pack

Not stoppin till I fade to black

Walk through hell and back to get my name known

Put down when I was younger but now i'm grown

Brockton Mass is my home born and raised

Seen some shit that'll leave ya ass dazed

I'm not fazed by ya'll half assed thugs

When I walk outside I see a bunch of fiends doin dirty things to get they drugs

 

Poor as fuck always outta luck but soon i'll be on top

tryin to get by might start sellin crop

Same sticky buds I smoke but I gotta do somethin

Tired of workin my ass of cause I still ain't got nothin

Don't mistake my struggle for bitchin and moanin

Just fed up with the path I've been roamin

Still the same wicked little bastard with the sick sense of humor

Dig my way in ya brain like I was a tumor

Rumor has it that i'm just a fuck up with no future

But I got more rhymes than all the positions in the karma sutra

Got my own style don't give a fuck what you say

Cause i'm still here to fight another day

So put em up if you really gonna push me

Fight dirty like a porta potty till my dreams a reality