Advice from a Gangster

Eh slip slidden through the cracks Stuck in my pride burnen late nite oil can’t sleep chain smoken cigs and weed eyes red to much thinken I’m about to break out of my natural state of rest One of them days I should of stayed in bed All the Glory from heaven tryen to seep through my stubbornness Gods the only one who can change this. Ya I keep the line but it don’t mean I’m not stressed just keep from testing me when I’m all ready testy You might catch me a case see my ptsd can trigger and then I’m off to the races ya it’s like Jim beam and wild turkey ya outcomes black and white orange or green jump suits and chains my files getten stacked high on my lawyer desk case load maken me famous that’s why I’m band from drinken that Evil Juice and tequila what a mess makes me cocky wild with a smerk smile Attitudes on hot fire ready to burn up anybody tryen to take me off the top of this hill chill or be killed Wanna keep me peaceful shoot me shot of Hennessy conyak baby and you can bet on this In debt brothers get deaded For playen me like a game don’t be surprised when I let God collect my vendettas ya it was beat in me cry before You break promises karma like a boomerang but three fold stronger then what you first unfolded ya you broke the rule ya it’s to late when your lies get brought to the truth so let me lay this out on the table for you homie What DJs tryen to say is homie your story’s sounds green and choppy like the green waters of the Chesapeake bay out here you’ve got to watch out for the saltiest of the salty scholars are on high from the counties to the biggest city got the ballers looken like there basics ya but that’s what they are starters tryen to make there mark there not seasoned in until they’ve put some years dedicated to there block