Killuminati

sometimes i sit n wonder was i born just to suffer no trace of happiness only pain and sadness stressed no peace or peace of mind no rest that's why i smoke weed for my stress cause i dont have shit else so that shit helps wen im depressed murder my enemies no mercy or sympathy rebellious mind with no respect for authorities jamaican born American raised heart of a king blood of a. slave im writing this high on Hennessey and weed fuck the law fuck police and every judge be deceased and every blood sucking politicians that lied got u in my scope infa red dot between your eyes and im squeezing for the poor you decieve u can never sell me a 6 for a 9 bitch plz vrs2 i heard a nigga say these are the wicked days witness the nature of men in all his wicked ways cause nowadays it aint your eniemes to kill u quick but its the family and friends you smoke and drink with dont tell me life is funny cause i dont see no joke all i see is death and sufferation the smell of gunsmoke mothers crying niggaz rapidly dying and im still on the frontline bussing my nine for what justice freedom peace truth equality education can u feel me rebeling against the system refusing to be a slave or a puppet or a victim of the ways of the wicked niggaz is blind dumb and stuck on stupid evidence all around but their eye cant see it dont tell me its all good cause its not nigga u dont know the half of their sinister plots all across jamaica the sounds of gun shots party every night pussy money weed alcohol non stop unaware of the serpent lurking in the dark out for blood waiting to put a hole in your heart im an introvert i dont speak alot keep it all inside stay solo frends i dont keep alot cause niggas ain't real just real quickto stab u in the back i dont know why but shits like the impossible to separate the corrupt form the righteous trust could be fatal and love could be dangerous