ACE IN THE DECK OF SPADES

let me spit my rhymes, let me bust out that flow. niggas be littling me like i really don't fucking know. like i said before, and I'm gonna say it again, emcees are lined up like i do owe them something. wake the fuck up..... it's time to fucking grind. watch these lame ass motherfuckers, as they get all left behind. never have i got, i ain't got nothing to prove. stay on your own Lane, be aware of your fucking moves. i never got it easy, from the very beginning. it gets tiring most of the time, but i continue in fighting. my mind and physical form are wilting every day. i send a prayer to the heavens above, please make the sorrows go away. like what else can i say.... I'm like the merry month of may. reality is fucking harsh on every godv given day. so what do you do, as you're pinned on the bottom. better think and act fast, relax and chill in cherry blossoms