Can't Believe The Hype

I had a friend he was hustler. In vien, he went for my Jugular. He exported my time like a smuggler. No good points I can see like a blind photographer. That's moments I can't get back. It made shoot for the sky's. I miss my guys. some locked up. And some will be gone forever. Just like click clack, I thought I could have them back. Time is money. I want my brick back. You hope I don't catch you lack. But the lesson I learnt worth more than a stack. Hard times come across I feel solo. shot into this world like a bow n arrow. the block trained me like a dojo. Now I'm better. More clever. Hard times made me smarter. What's in store for me? More pressure. Is there more for me? Good Measure. I was alone and on the streets in the stormy weather. EVERY TIME I GET UP KNOW ITS RIDING SEASON I DIDN’T THINK I GET UP ON MY FEET FOR NO REASON I’VE WALKED ON GLASS AND WALKED ON NAILS MY FEET ARE BLEEDING ITS KARMA VERSE MYSELF AND ITS ON THIS EVENING THE STREETS I KNOW HAD A HOLD ON ME.. HAD TO LET EM KNOW IT CAN’T BE FOR FREE THE HATE WAS MY FRIEND AND MY ENEMY WHO KNEW THAT LOVE WAS THE REMEDY THEY SAW ME FAIL REMEMBER ME SENDING ME PAINS HOW THEY SENTENCE ME.