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Life can be a steady percussion of strife,

Beating up against your head beliving the hype,

Break up the rhythm my nigga and sing your own hymn,

Materialism is a system and your giving in,

Gangster white walls or no car enjoy yourself,

Walk light but never be a ask kisser,

You like to write me too...

My niggas is fowl,

Break inside your mothers house wipe they ass with a towel,

Attractin mad clout no returning they smiles,

Skin blackend by the sun so they cant get a job,

For now aint no sense of pressure,

Cause school is session and they on track for graduation,

All the while sellin blow to ...

Your verbal antics is making lose respect,

Calling me collect from wear known deals are set,

Absorbed with wealth this may not be your way out the jects,

so heres a lesson for u to strive and be the best,

Read close youngin hell can take form on earth,

You in this position is giving a portal for ...

What does spitta have to his mouth?

who wanna bet us i aint been up against jammed berretas, only reason why i am here is God above us, and my knife is evil and a convenience like a corner bodega,

the door is open, liquor stores and pimps who say they own whores, bastard kids in foster homes, i grew up around the corner from those,...

momma speakin in tungs, she keep her door shut...

keep singin your song glorys on the cusp...

playin my cards, hopin for a royal flush...

3 and leave!

come on man i fear God not blood...

flesh torn from faces, change yo apperance...

funeral service mothers orderin' flowers...

closed casket, father dont know you reverse bastard...

graduation approachin, leave fiends with numb noses...even teachers...

this whole year a contradiction, im full of wisdom...use intuition...

i preach the real read this u are forgivin for givin in to the madness...peace