story of a kid
this is the story of a kid who ghought he was big. plots to hit licks is how he lived wanna get it in. now he in the mix with some funny men pretend to be hus friend. he knocked n they let him in. he flopped homie dont pretend. i really lived a life of crime learned how to swim. to make ends tgen chill with the kin finally we men. my boy just got out the pen n wanna smoke so i picked up a pen n write poems. of hope homie u dont need the dope. it wont helpbu cope with yo thoughts they just gunna explode. calm down before you have a stroke. if u choke they wont let u go. im finally home not in a dome imbfree n im on a thrown. appologies im seein everyone foldin the streets used to beef ballgame now theres peace. n i sleep sweet. thank god i can relax new shoes i got puma feet. they black n white wit a hint of green leaf. went from Rich to broke to rich to broke but this time I can't choke so much stress I'm about to overdose on the thoughts in my head I'm a make a toast to the homies on the Block that died hungry not a ghost learn to love the ones that get lost cuz they get in tossed into a pit stuffed in the Box never see them again only lost thoughts and hopes and dreams the scheme with my team and get the green you know what I mean I do things that I normally don't believe can you see I can see like the all seeing eye when I look up to the sky I don't cry sing lullabies to the p**** thought they could come on my block and ride suicide missions pistol on my side and pistol-whipping the victim see the light n the father but dont be mad when he throw u over you might be saved i see hell n its gettin closer it might be too late might get drug down your soul will be take forever in the Melting Pot and how were you going to stay alive time to bastogne to the Rope when I talk to you about again it will never float all your luck with that I'm going to stay in the sky I put my middle back look at you when you are then you die I'm leading the flock like a shepherd pie eating them all I watch the Angels fly left me all alone in this hell why give me Suicidal Thoughts with homicidal thoughts the blocks hot from all of cops they want to talk u going to get hit see yo love drop the metals hot yea i been shot n kept runnin I got too much to live for home and then I'm funding they on the run with nothing I got something to give all of my love and they can't even see it above all of this hate the side of this crate created to create nothing but hate if you can learn when things don't ever follow the path that I was let down a stray animal addicted to crack This is the End put the pistol to my head let it explode
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this is the story of a kid who ghought he was big. plots to hit licks is how he lived wanna get it in. now he in the mix with some funny men pretend to be hus friend. he knocked n they let him in. he flopped homie dont pretend. i really lived a life of crime learned how to swim. to make ends tgen chill with the kin finally we men. my boy just got out the pen n wanna smoke so i picked up a pen n write poems. of hope homie u dont need the dope. it wont helpbu cope with yo thoughts they just gunna explode. calm down before you have a stroke. if u choke they wont let u go. im finally home not in a dome imbfree n im on a thrown. appologies im seein everyone foldin the streets used to beef ballgame now theres peace. n i sleep sweet. thank god i can relax new shoes i got puma feet. they black n white wit a hint of green leaf. went from Rich to broke to rich to broke but this time I can't choke so much stress I'm about to overdose on the thoughts in my head I'm a make a toast to the homies on the Block that died hungry not a ghost learn to love the ones that get lost cuz they get in tossed into a pit stuffed in the Box never see them again only lost thoughts and hopes and dreams the scheme with my team and get the green you know what I mean I do things that I normally don't believe can you see I can see like the all seeing eye when I look up to the sky I don't cry sing lullabies to the p**** thought they could come on my block and ride suicide missions pistol on my side and pistol-whipping the victim see the light n the father but dont be mad when he throw u over you might be saved i see hell n its gettin closer it might be too late might get drug down your soul will be take forever in the Melting Pot and how were you going to stay alive time to bastogne to the Rope when I talk to you about again it will never float all your luck with that I'm going to stay in the sky I put my middle back look at you when you are then you die I'm leading the flock like a shepherd pie eating them all I watch the Angels fly left me all alone in this hell why give me Suicidal Thoughts with homicidal thoughts the blocks hot from all of cops they want to talk u going to get hit see yo love drop the metals hot yea i been shot n kept runnin I got too much to live for home and then I'm funding they on the run with nothing I got something to give all of my love and they can't even see it above all of this hate the side of this crate created to create nothing but hate if you can learn when things don't ever follow the path that I was let down a stray animal addicted to crack This is the End put the pistol to my head let it explode
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