paranormatic
04-06-07, 06:46 AM
F da dope game,
It’s breakin my pops veins,
First born,
His second child became cocaine,
All I slang is my pen and his last name,
He tried to explain,
Brain processed enough data to stress…son don’t try dis $hit,
I figured that would be the son he’d die wit,
His frame of words slurred,
He often diverged from da conversation,
How humiliatin wit drug dealers affliatin,
Alleviation none came,
Hulk handed n hypodermic sores,
His life style I couldn’t ignore,
It’s was pretty loud,
On clouds he’d rest,
I guess it was da weight of a child…dat gave him so much stress,
So if life is a test,
Then death is da score,
I’m so underground I’m entrapped in da core…of violence,
Under hoods it’s understood their a flagrant foulness,
In da ghetto a unique silence,
Theirs so much weight in the world we often lose balance,
Wit more yang den yin,
But my frame of mind picture times changing,
It’s breakin my pops veins,
First born,
His second child became cocaine,
All I slang is my pen and his last name,
He tried to explain,
Brain processed enough data to stress…son don’t try dis $hit,
I figured that would be the son he’d die wit,
His frame of words slurred,
He often diverged from da conversation,
How humiliatin wit drug dealers affliatin,
Alleviation none came,
Hulk handed n hypodermic sores,
His life style I couldn’t ignore,
It’s was pretty loud,
On clouds he’d rest,
I guess it was da weight of a child…dat gave him so much stress,
So if life is a test,
Then death is da score,
I’m so underground I’m entrapped in da core…of violence,
Under hoods it’s understood their a flagrant foulness,
In da ghetto a unique silence,
Theirs so much weight in the world we often lose balance,
Wit more yang den yin,
But my frame of mind picture times changing,