lyricalrage yh cant lie had a fuew boy die had see with my own eyes then i realized its gunna get worse my own gang in da bk if the hurse its like these streets are just a curse grow up have to snack a phone or purse just to be able to pay for my meal living on the streets so with life it was hard to deal take drugs just to forget how i fill then back to reality life to real depressed is what i fell so bk on the drill got another opp to kill know time to chill cuz its a job thats gotta be done if you live it hope that its fun turn boy mashey if he try to run killing is an editive one to hard to kick in the head hammer up this prick since 5 i bin clinically insane put my hole family through pain and to meny want me dead like 83 turned up at my yard for my head so i go out with no fear blade in hand on my own never fuck with a king on his frone chinging anyone in my zone till they run but ill get to see them alone then in the river their be throne with a wait im the devil full of hate ask anyone that nose me if you wanna debat but to the grownd ill send you straight if i die no ill turn up to my own funeral late don't speak if you don't rate cuz you're face ill be smashed off a grate meet me ill make your life bate cause your own fate when you dead ching to the head no one to call fed people ask how i sleep in my bed just fine cuz it aint my loss walk like a boss but im a king kill you on the beat streets or ring best not think i wont do a thing cuz there's more to be done and more to be said but i need to control these voice's in my head