Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit
Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute
Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend
That's why i put my words in my music, to let frustration vent,
If only i could go back into the 80’s
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
My g"s have been handcuffed,
I’m coming back like light-skin and
But their frustration shouldn’t make their lives in danger,
You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for
Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation
I bite my pen due to frustration, you can't imagine any of the shit i've been in
Lost in cigarette's no moral as well just letters wrote by frustration
Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration
Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
I see the line to my serenity infinity
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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