Getti_14-03

I'll trade my life for one addixt and yes im,still at it, I'm still writing rhymes and I still live off in in attic, I'm still the same dude that steal to get me some food, that get in a bad mood, and take that shit out all on you, ain't got nothing to prove, got everything to lose, and I can't sleep up on my dreams because life doesn't have a snooze, whooo, this word to my brothers, laying cuffed up in back of police cars and gutters, calling out for they mother, trying not to get smothered by the motherfucking pressure, I guarantee and betcha that I'm a be the besta, but for the moment I'll go back to my shelter cause a brother gotta rest up, big day tomorrow luckily I've had some fortune,thankfully my momma ain't abort me, I got a few deeds left to do, mistakes to shake and people that need me to move, toward they location, I'm headed there I promise yeah I'm patient, for all the nights of pacing, praying walking back and forth breathing hard, promise God send me there and I'll make it, My life's purpose, nobody's worthless, if it wasn't for the devil walking on the surface, of this earth then we could maybe treat each less like serpents, I'M SWERVIN, BLACKING OUT DRUNK AND NOT EVEN NERVOUS THAT'S HOW I KNOW THAT I'M HEADED FOR DEATH OR HEADED CHURCHES... NOT TO SHOOT EM UP OR BLOW EM UP, BUT THERE TO PRAISE, I'M PROOF THAT FAITH CAN REALLY SAVE,UP IN MY GRAVE WITH A HUGE SMILE EAR TO EAR, beacsue that baby growing safely year after year... I'm outta here goodnight