Killing our dreams, stealing our vision
I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run
Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing
‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns
Confessing my stealing convenience
Stealing magazine's & chip's
Got racks, ain’t talking tits
Stealing gimmicks these puppets ok with acting scenes,
And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes
Of course i don't condone stealing for pleasure
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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