i b33n startung to rhyme since i git out and did my time im happy the drugs didnt make me blind thank god n haily mary i didnt lose my mind fck that religious gichisk shit im prolly giin to hell for this but i always knew jesus an mary ar3 wat? bitches naw but thank the devil fir my richness in my own sickness of bein indigenous n rebellious ness fck cops n snitchesß the streets taught me i can believe in ww n that thing is me i do wat i wanna do even iff thats killin u fool back in elementary bitches gave me the drool cuz i waz jus too kool for sckool so teachers fuck u as i walk out wit a 26 too i made up my brain now dont blame me blame the world for makin me insane the bad in myself i drain i chose where in afterlife my soul may maintain nothing can say nothings worse than bein in jail maine but nothing is sane jus add in mane i wanna be like guccie man3 a killa a drug deala u feela wat i sayin if not ima turn super sayin but this aint no playstation im not playin get ur ass depatarted