this one i makr for my son

this one i makr for my son never bitvh out and go run learn how to bust caps with a gun dont smoke crack and show love to those who got your back but dont slack on those who turn rat or those who set traps they say they down but they lie and stab backs dont ask why just keep your eyes on how they scheme and plot the world will try to see all drop from uptop like sadam throwing infidels of roof tops u got to have nuts amd trust nooone at the end u will see sure enough their aint no friends amongst us just some snakes and wolves that wait to take what u ďrop help u look for it when they àlready pivked it up check it i aint weak son but because i thought the streets had love got me fucked up left with ashes no dust had chunks but i started to smoke up then the rush hit like my old friends pickd up where those who got picked up left off now they swear they be big boss when since way back g had shit like oh hell nah sold the stash and tried to get paid from raps spit so sick my lung collapsed slit my wrist still came back.. my moma asking if i plan to stop im like for what if i bought what i blaze id be broke in two days so if i do the dame thing its only cause im a slave to the way the smoke drops.