words i write on paper ink bleeden from my pen spills on the page i learned to run before i could stand broke out the box filled with sand mamma they cut a menice out ya whomb on that hospital bed in that nurseryroom now here i am ready to fuck shit upall grown up allready been locked up set free i see my life top speed need too hurry up one way ticket headed to hell weigh my life on a tripple beam pure an uncut seems to me systems fucken up serven feans a shot of me become my offspring mothers scream 1 night of plesure 9 months of prayers 16 hours in labour sitten at a dinner table surounded by killas who listen every suggestion you make broke down weighed up and questioned choose ya next words carefully always remember anything you say can an will be used up against ya lord protect me from my friends i can handled my enemys seem some situations so scary affiliateion participation in a organization of family's race in