reachin for something

yeah I'm trying to reach for something still doing nothing wondering why is a gun in my hand even bucking what is the fundamental cause for a ruckus I'm seeing buckets of blood the spilling I'm ducking the slugs They killing the fuzz out here dealing all of the drugs getting these f****** fiends so hi that they passing the ceiling you feeling I've seen it inside of my eyes and my heart is killing me I'm wondering how the f*** am i able to breathe im not even breathing my heart stopped beating try to resuscitate but my cardiac functions start ceasing my mind receding my soul starts believing in demons when I close my eyes and start lucid dreaming it's reality when I see my homies likely about to die over just five it's a tragedy I'm collaborating with no one but myself call me your majesty and when you speaking to me look into my eyes so I can decide which words to decipher which is the truth and which is lies they call me big im big in the game your faulty I'm coming through with the cane in a beating you up over the face maybe stick it up your nose are you down for the pace I bet not but you can't even finish the race there's a train going down the rail it's about to smash into your home but I guess that's just a box so it's no mistake I Ride the whip and you ride the red line you want wheels I just want studio time so im selling these pills and if you squeal about the chunk that I wheel and deal to all of you punks you can really feel the action when I pump the pump see you fly off of your heels I'm making deals in dealing with things that gets really real s*** that you got a grit and a snitch that gets really killed. but forget about the long road in front of you forget aboutthe corrupt police bribing me to take my life or its solitude I just go to the crib space sip wine unwind where i try to intakeso I can forget about all the hate I have inside of me when they discriminate on my race and think I'm not riding I proudly decided I don't need any of you goodbye kids ill feed ya food to dilate your eyes under your eyelids and let you try to decipher the silence of the rappers mind when you don't got nothing other than violence and tragic times go ahead and look at your own life look in the mirror it's okay to have a little fear it's okay to drink a little beer it's okay to smoke a blunt sometimes my dead hommie appears only if rent's due and it has to appear like the grim reaper do when you lend me your ear and I get you so confused when you hit once overdose u don't even know u a ghost they get everything they deserve like you and the b****** I'm putting together and putting in the dirt I'm mowing over your corpse. you going to get hurt if you f*** with a man that's going berserk out here hitting licks just for the sport.