Glorified

#118Records the game aint what it use to be i speak the ghetto fluently i walk the streets of lunacy protected ruthlessly i walk woozily down the road come to the crossroads whick way do i go i dont know i walk them slow with my smooth ghetto flow im a tell you a story from long ago about a kid from a broken home sad lies and broken bones house look like a catachone painted the monochrome welcome to the terra dome forgotten call home crying in the dark all alone hood look like a combat zone kids father was never known just a kid and his mom and alotta no hope for tomorrow an easy one to taste but a hard one to swallow no hope for tomorrow steal beg and barrow the kids eyes of sorrow and follow fighting demons mono mono stacking bricks in the bronco a glimps of hope for tomorrow a hard pill to swallow follow me to the end of the road the road is not set which way do we go i go fast you go slow come from a broken home hood like a catcomb wepcome to the terradome dare to venture out alone welcome to the hot zone were they dont live long and sing sad songs for their fallen people trying to hide from evil cuz its killing season kil quicker then you was blunking what was he thinking trying to keep his ship from sinking barely afloat guns he tote because of the agents of madness dont look into the eyes of sadness