We were always up ryming bringing bars all night raising the bar after dark while u cunts sat jarred its bizzar these rappers are a laugh when i spat a rap it put her mind under attack no dought about that she left rappers sounding slack took the task to ryme hard a graffiti writter throwing up blur making a mark that expressed whats necessary i rep to defend the dread my pen my friends tgat never left meant alot the stress amense weighing me down like lead my dense cage of axiety keepin me depressed less confident i confess i took too many drugs the meth making a mess enough to overdose i hardley sleept grew up matured earley trina get life figgured alone unable to coap sloap i sliped up and choked on a low with a empty felling a knife to my throat loath to know what most know about my growth soaking up what to not do by observing those my old man kept close the next bar i speak fast own this beat to fess up seek bars vent about my deamons something no one would understand i got beside me i rip my heart and let it be its a set up the scene should be maskarade venue because rappers decieve with makeup never seen the street and drug scenes ugly reality heads up and wake up your not cut from the same cloth u subotage running up looking troubled ready to start they all talk like x girsl who knew they can satrt and i wont throw a punch fact