Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring
I wish that i was sleeping in my bed cozy just dreaming
I speak my mind it just seems like to make a difference is what i was assigned.
Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind
It kind of sucks that my generation is clueless
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
Fucking sucks, i thought that they'd improve, it's just fake and silly,
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling
Pop off i'm pistol peteing, hate my team just cause we dreaming
That shits a mind fuck, they deserved it, yet i get called the cooky cluck, this is just my luck,
And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck
Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems
Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
Pulled through alot obscurity, now ikeep it mind that this is my priority.
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