R.I.P. Fallen City M.C.'s

Day dreaming bout the things,bout the money,it was a dream,like biggie, but it's JB,known in the streets as Mr. N.E.Z., luckily history repeat, we been self destructing, I was about peace,doen everything,to keep out,the penatintury, addicted to weed, there was no job opening, can't u see this a I'm aG,a living testimony,You see lMaclom x got to speak,listen to me,and dream,as I take you to meet martin Luther King,in a thug city and believe in the unseen,so one day we can repeat, history, historically,we got nothing but a saga,so follow me,as I redeem,and live in the heart beat of the streets,the streets empty,every day,I get on knees, beginning for the mercy,mind worthy,of a prophecy,but I'm sinnen constantly,but I'm hard to copy,cause I'm a young T.I.P., rest in peace to my daddy, micheal you got my simpathy, If they ask me to join alluminaty,I've already pleaded guilty,to trying to make somebody history, but Jehovah blessin me, so I enter the industry,by all means, with the family that a die for me,cause everybody after you when you rapping, rest in peace to fallen MC's,