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06-04-07, 08:08 PM
....i know most of yall dont wanna hear about someone elses problems but the past three months spent on house arrest gave me some time to think and write things down and get some things off my chest through my words ..
read it .. maybe you'll learn something .. maybe you'll get some type of inspiration .. learn from someone elses mistakes .. i dunno ..
just take a journey through my book of rhymes ..
i know it's very rare you hear a thug scream, or tears of blood bleed
but ever since i was thirteen moms shot that sh-t into her blood stream
and my heart grew colder because of that and i never looked back
in a fiends house late one night i was learnin' how to cook crack
my criminal lifestyle exposed my soul to things that was quite foul
no outlet to let it out so i clutch the pen and just write down
my words, pour my heart through the pen, yes i'm on it again
i got a seed on the way i aint got time for the bing
but i was a nightowl .. on the streets creepin' lookin' for my way out
now enslaved in a cage knowin' if i got out, i had to stay out
failed math, still found myself in my head doin' numbers
subtracting myself from fake friends and the snakes among us
i played the block when it bubbled, popped with the rock, didn't fumble
'cause i know god banished that beast to crawl on his stomach
and i'm a stand up dude, i took an oath to keep my mouth closed
with my ears wide open just to listen to these fools
and seperate myself from what was real, and what was fake
word to the tattoos on my arms and the scars on my face
ima' make it .. so i stay to myself one deep, even if it means im lonely
i can use just one of my hands to count my closest homies
while i spit until my breaths gone and give it my last
my whole life - i talked to my pops with our hands to the glass
and that's real .. but i can honestly say that he raised me well
no bike lessons or playin' catch, he raised me from the cell
he raised me through the mail so through me his story i tell
the biography of a man who went against the system and failed
but you will live through your son, i cant express my self through letters
so i pour my heart over a beat 'cause i'll say it a little better
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i learned to despise trechory and betrayal, i don't like that
i been backstabbed before what did I do? --
took the knife out and handed it right back
and they say money makes the world spin, cash makes the earth turn
it's obvious the green breeds the greed that makes the earth burn
when you're drunk it makes ya words slur, but the truth is told
take a journey through my book of rhymes thats where the truths wrote
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my old heads taught me stories, i could see it in there grey eyes
word to the wrinkles on their face they seen their share of grey skies
they used to slang pies, and now theyre tellin me im destined
to be caged up or caught face to face with weapons
'cause vultures act ruthless, your close friends'll do the shootin'
i took these words from the wise and studied every angle of the blueprint
tryna' stack fluent, and truthfully you can say i'm making it
judge is trying to give me a bullet, ima' dodge it like the mata-rix
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i wanna see my grand kids grow old and get married
living life to the fullest only then i'll be buried
away from all the betrayal and trechory, truthfully it was jealousy
that had me masked up on creep mode risking another felony
i bagged grams until my hands was sore -- i packaged raw
until i was blue in the face fulfilling the orders they was askin' for
got money until they rammed the door, now i'm hemmed up
often at times im wonder if i'd be better off dead .. ****
that's those backwards thoughts, depression stemming from neglection
living in a world filled with trigger happy cops and fixed elections
got me pacin' back and forth, smokin' back to back boagies
no friends just a mac-ten and a couple of co-D's
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for the past nineteen years of my life it has been constant worry
only god can judge me so why put my life in the hands of a jury?
they dont know me .. who are ya'll to determine my fate?
you gotta' deal with my beef, eat the food off my plate
walk a mile in my shoes it still wont give you the right
to determine whether i live free or in a cell for life
That sh-t is f-cked up, I got dudes that's been biddin for years
Moms' shirt ridden in tears, that's why we spillin' the beers
Even she slipped up and fell victim to the system
That's why I move with gods guidance, tryna' find religion
My hands are dirty from the dirt I did, work I put in
Now I'm in this confessional booth, tryna' clense my sins
Spittin' sixteen bar verses to god, hopin' he feels the pain
As I look back on mistakes I made with no one to blame
But my self, still it made me stronger, strength to move on
Trying to do right by him, but I'm still doing wrong
I guess life is just a journey, to see who makes it to the end
But I put my life on pause just to speak thru my pen
Take lossess on the chin and see what kinda' man it makes me
Clutch my heat praying I don't gotta take it off the saftey
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yo my dude semy just got knocked with a charge
so did my pops and so did my moms
i caught a few in my dark past, im tryna climb out that hole
'cause i cant be caught in the system when i grow old
once it gets you it never lets go, no
you gotta' play by their rules til they loosen their hold
and i still got the cuff marks lodged in my wrists
lookin' down wipin' sweat off while i'm palmin' a fifth
sunk into my deep thoughts while i'm drownin' this fifth
stuck in the house when i should be out roamin' a strip
i wasn't built to be caged up man i gotta be free
my creativity was peaked until i got a hold of weed
that's what slowwed me down .. it dulled my reactions
still i speak from the heart when most these dudes is actin'
they wanna see me on my knees, pleading for help
but i wont fall until im seeing the wealth
and i speak for myself, i dont know about the rest
i wanna see riches before i see death, word up
sometimes i find myself more worried about the rest
get stressed out worryin' about the stress..that's real
i was raised in a battlefield, clutchin' my heat
i fell in love with hip hop started f-ckin' the beat
played the beef with the sket, tucked in the jeans
i done weighed coke on the scale, f-cking with fiends
ever since i was young i was always taught not to give up
gotta' get bucks up, open your eyes and shut the f-ck up
-------------------------------------------------------------
i been with shorty for a year and a half, just when i think i found
the write one she f-cks around and kills off my son
probably aborted the next jordan, aborted the next president
more important you aborted apart of me, i'm not havin' it
and what makes it worse you didn't consult me first ..
because you'd know what i'd say .. you're not killin' anything i helped birth
you told me on a monday that you're pregnant, my whole life changed
i felt like i finally felt the rays of shine clearing up my bright days
started doing things that needed to be done for me to man up
and then sunday rolled around, all my plans got flushed
and we haven't spoke since .. but you brought me full throttle into maturity
but you stole something from me ... man that is burglury
so all those nights we spent cuddled up - dreaming of having kids
all came to a head and was gone at once, that was bull****
how could you do that? maybe you weren't ready but I was
which means all you had to do was carry it for nine months
and then you wouldn't have to worry because i was strong enough
to support it on my own .. damn i want my son ..
and it hurts my heart to think about it, and what makes it harder
my moms finally could've been a grand mother .. it could of been a daughter
ya'll could have went shopping together, baked in the kitchen together
now it's up there lookin' down wondering why we aint together
f-ck it .. i'm tearing up .. maybe one day sometime later
i'll show you this verse and how my tears drops wrinkled the paper
and made the ink bleed .. my chest hurts so much when i breath
you didn't just get rid of my seed .. you got rid of me.
read it .. maybe you'll learn something .. maybe you'll get some type of inspiration .. learn from someone elses mistakes .. i dunno ..
just take a journey through my book of rhymes ..
i know it's very rare you hear a thug scream, or tears of blood bleed
but ever since i was thirteen moms shot that sh-t into her blood stream
and my heart grew colder because of that and i never looked back
in a fiends house late one night i was learnin' how to cook crack
my criminal lifestyle exposed my soul to things that was quite foul
no outlet to let it out so i clutch the pen and just write down
my words, pour my heart through the pen, yes i'm on it again
i got a seed on the way i aint got time for the bing
but i was a nightowl .. on the streets creepin' lookin' for my way out
now enslaved in a cage knowin' if i got out, i had to stay out
failed math, still found myself in my head doin' numbers
subtracting myself from fake friends and the snakes among us
i played the block when it bubbled, popped with the rock, didn't fumble
'cause i know god banished that beast to crawl on his stomach
and i'm a stand up dude, i took an oath to keep my mouth closed
with my ears wide open just to listen to these fools
and seperate myself from what was real, and what was fake
word to the tattoos on my arms and the scars on my face
ima' make it .. so i stay to myself one deep, even if it means im lonely
i can use just one of my hands to count my closest homies
while i spit until my breaths gone and give it my last
my whole life - i talked to my pops with our hands to the glass
and that's real .. but i can honestly say that he raised me well
no bike lessons or playin' catch, he raised me from the cell
he raised me through the mail so through me his story i tell
the biography of a man who went against the system and failed
but you will live through your son, i cant express my self through letters
so i pour my heart over a beat 'cause i'll say it a little better
----------------------------------------------------------------------
i learned to despise trechory and betrayal, i don't like that
i been backstabbed before what did I do? --
took the knife out and handed it right back
and they say money makes the world spin, cash makes the earth turn
it's obvious the green breeds the greed that makes the earth burn
when you're drunk it makes ya words slur, but the truth is told
take a journey through my book of rhymes thats where the truths wrote
---------------------------------------------------------------------
my old heads taught me stories, i could see it in there grey eyes
word to the wrinkles on their face they seen their share of grey skies
they used to slang pies, and now theyre tellin me im destined
to be caged up or caught face to face with weapons
'cause vultures act ruthless, your close friends'll do the shootin'
i took these words from the wise and studied every angle of the blueprint
tryna' stack fluent, and truthfully you can say i'm making it
judge is trying to give me a bullet, ima' dodge it like the mata-rix
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
i wanna see my grand kids grow old and get married
living life to the fullest only then i'll be buried
away from all the betrayal and trechory, truthfully it was jealousy
that had me masked up on creep mode risking another felony
i bagged grams until my hands was sore -- i packaged raw
until i was blue in the face fulfilling the orders they was askin' for
got money until they rammed the door, now i'm hemmed up
often at times im wonder if i'd be better off dead .. ****
that's those backwards thoughts, depression stemming from neglection
living in a world filled with trigger happy cops and fixed elections
got me pacin' back and forth, smokin' back to back boagies
no friends just a mac-ten and a couple of co-D's
---------------------------------------------------------
for the past nineteen years of my life it has been constant worry
only god can judge me so why put my life in the hands of a jury?
they dont know me .. who are ya'll to determine my fate?
you gotta' deal with my beef, eat the food off my plate
walk a mile in my shoes it still wont give you the right
to determine whether i live free or in a cell for life
That sh-t is f-cked up, I got dudes that's been biddin for years
Moms' shirt ridden in tears, that's why we spillin' the beers
Even she slipped up and fell victim to the system
That's why I move with gods guidance, tryna' find religion
My hands are dirty from the dirt I did, work I put in
Now I'm in this confessional booth, tryna' clense my sins
Spittin' sixteen bar verses to god, hopin' he feels the pain
As I look back on mistakes I made with no one to blame
But my self, still it made me stronger, strength to move on
Trying to do right by him, but I'm still doing wrong
I guess life is just a journey, to see who makes it to the end
But I put my life on pause just to speak thru my pen
Take lossess on the chin and see what kinda' man it makes me
Clutch my heat praying I don't gotta take it off the saftey
----------------------------------------------------------------
yo my dude semy just got knocked with a charge
so did my pops and so did my moms
i caught a few in my dark past, im tryna climb out that hole
'cause i cant be caught in the system when i grow old
once it gets you it never lets go, no
you gotta' play by their rules til they loosen their hold
and i still got the cuff marks lodged in my wrists
lookin' down wipin' sweat off while i'm palmin' a fifth
sunk into my deep thoughts while i'm drownin' this fifth
stuck in the house when i should be out roamin' a strip
i wasn't built to be caged up man i gotta be free
my creativity was peaked until i got a hold of weed
that's what slowwed me down .. it dulled my reactions
still i speak from the heart when most these dudes is actin'
they wanna see me on my knees, pleading for help
but i wont fall until im seeing the wealth
and i speak for myself, i dont know about the rest
i wanna see riches before i see death, word up
sometimes i find myself more worried about the rest
get stressed out worryin' about the stress..that's real
i was raised in a battlefield, clutchin' my heat
i fell in love with hip hop started f-ckin' the beat
played the beef with the sket, tucked in the jeans
i done weighed coke on the scale, f-cking with fiends
ever since i was young i was always taught not to give up
gotta' get bucks up, open your eyes and shut the f-ck up
-------------------------------------------------------------
i been with shorty for a year and a half, just when i think i found
the write one she f-cks around and kills off my son
probably aborted the next jordan, aborted the next president
more important you aborted apart of me, i'm not havin' it
and what makes it worse you didn't consult me first ..
because you'd know what i'd say .. you're not killin' anything i helped birth
you told me on a monday that you're pregnant, my whole life changed
i felt like i finally felt the rays of shine clearing up my bright days
started doing things that needed to be done for me to man up
and then sunday rolled around, all my plans got flushed
and we haven't spoke since .. but you brought me full throttle into maturity
but you stole something from me ... man that is burglury
so all those nights we spent cuddled up - dreaming of having kids
all came to a head and was gone at once, that was bull****
how could you do that? maybe you weren't ready but I was
which means all you had to do was carry it for nine months
and then you wouldn't have to worry because i was strong enough
to support it on my own .. damn i want my son ..
and it hurts my heart to think about it, and what makes it harder
my moms finally could've been a grand mother .. it could of been a daughter
ya'll could have went shopping together, baked in the kitchen together
now it's up there lookin' down wondering why we aint together
f-ck it .. i'm tearing up .. maybe one day sometime later
i'll show you this verse and how my tears drops wrinkled the paper
and made the ink bleed .. my chest hurts so much when i breath
you didn't just get rid of my seed .. you got rid of me.