Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket
- his re-up on the dope made him broke.. i'm sellin it
I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress
Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,
Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight
Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,
I should michael jordan these rappers
Ballerina dancing beatiful twirls
Now some people might find this weird but you re not really scared
I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed
A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips
Re-directed de-ci-sions
From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word
Yeah, i'd fist fight god to re-leave some of this hurt.
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