Left

Over the line like immigrants a bit ignorant

Constipated not giving a shit ridiculous

Rhymes played over in head spit with it

Never a rich kid barely born to live

Sip fifths sell with fractions but that was past tense

Now this is then

The present presented by the minute

Line of scrimmage

Game of life I'm on sideline chillin

With or without the million

It's all fair as long as no warfare

I've been through welfare so hell ya

I'm outta there

But I'm just here to compare

no more guns by the pair

Paranoia in the night air

Legit nightmare drugs don't fight fair

My mind was twisted like the Crack pipes when shared

Whatever who cares

Finished with the victim life description

Where I came from some could die any minute

I'm just not living my potential potent spit to the end zone

A little left field but with the music I've been home