yo what the hell happpend to individuality all these niggas need a bitch SLAP from reality they all become what society wants em to be but not me I put both fingers up and say fuck what they wanna see putting my trust in my so called brothas come only to find they just like all the others but not me I aint a sucka selling out to a bitch makes you a sorry mutha fucka not worth a salt your a waste of my time especially if you think that it's just a ryhme its a riddle and man does it tickle me pink that fact that these niggas think they shit don't stink brotherhood went a ry along time ago you could have chose ya boy but ya trusted a ho instead if ya day one + 2 is it really equal to three sometimes they make me question my reality they act like they've unlocked immortality man where the fuck is you're morality cross me and it'll end in fatality look over at you're bitch now she's crying and all because she's no good at lying look what ya done got caught up in a crazy mix ya damn clown I told ya don't trust her you kissed a set of lips that been sealed around six other dicks and all for what so you could seem like your so much better then me but I'm the boss dog and u a flea that's why ya can't step to me cause since the day I was born I've been an upper case G I don't fall in line with this fucked up society cause every day I wake up I'm nothing but me