Diary of a crooked mind

Niggas on that devil shit actin sacrificial Raise your hands up if your hand ain't artificial Even if we beefin we keepin it civil We in the dark it's our responsibility to turn into crystals then I'll build a statue of Tupac with a hammer and a chisel Call your girl with a Bentley I call your girl with a whistle Don't bother planning your funeral your death is beneficial Corrupt mother fuckers I'm talking about judicial It's official No point in dreaming bout the future when it's destroyed by nuclear missiles But with these rhymes you see my initial . From day one regretting my birth I'm about to leave this earth . God is sending me some symbols From a child I was confused . Even now it's all just riddles I was praying for better days . I'll continue till I got wrinkles Cause nowadays niggas go to church packing a pistol My body's okay . My brain suddenly brittle I wanted to be X . If you put X in the tripples (XXX) I ain't got respect for mumble rappers not even a little If you check their note pad if they have a note pad it's nothing but scribbles Throw a rock at the ocean all you get is a ripple I feel a change in my ways a sudden change in the paces All my life my body was filled with wounds and grazzes Embraced by pain on a regular basis It was a dream of mine for people to see me as famous Now I spread my hatred to killers and rapists My friend circle has gotten a bit spacious Changing my name Bursting to space with the hope that nobody can trace it I've been down on the floor in many occasions I like this shit cold . I feel like this blizzard is taking me places Left my past behind with the hope that I can erase it But that's fine We were all born with hearts I guess I misplaced mine Messed up mother fucker with a terrorist mind God gave me the power to make sick rhymes So I'mma rap my way beyond mankind Sick of niggas always actin lit Packing a mag than actin like pacifists Wack rapping shit Smacking them so called savages Grabbing tits then do that Van dam jabbing shit