I'm stuck in section 8 all these motherfuckers wanna do is flex and hate but I will not be the next to wait or nobody's fuckin bait I'm about to get up and jump up over the fuckin gate all the fuckin shit that I've been thru it's much more than most men fooI I put it on God there's really not too many people that can relate and I don't mean the section 8 I'm talking about way before when I was still poor and all I had for dinner was just an empty fuckin plate fuck I'm stuck in section 8 how the fuck did I get here I remember when I used to drink beer I remember when I used to keep my mind cloudy all the time far from fuckin clear do you fuckin hear I was hella depressed hella muthafuckin stressed I didn't have no money so I had to go grab a gun G cause I wasn't to happy with how I had to dress hella fuckin bummy grungy just a mess nigga this shit ain't fuckin funny when I walk my ass out this fuckin shelter boy I will be collecting some muthafuckin money that's what I thought till this fool crept up on me and pepper sprayed me in the face in the fuckin parking lot not fuckin cool he's lucky his fuckin ass did not get shot but the strap in my waistband was even weaker than the pepper spray or fuckin mase man it was just a bbgun looking like a 1911 .45 I don't know if I have good luck or bad luck cause when I did get shot by that bitch ass dirty ass cop I could've went to heaven but shorty I survived and now I'm stuck in section 8 all these motherfuckers wanna do is flex and hate but really its much better than the shelter got some decent neighbors but shit nigga this place is far from fuckin great but at least it's a little better than the streets and the shelter at least I'm at a little peace and out the bad weather but when inside there's still times I gotta run and hide because they be dumpin mad shots from the streets I just wanna live in peace but I can't get a job because I used to fuckin rob so I got a criminal background even though it's been mad years since I laid the heat and the smack down and no I don't fuck with that crack now but I remember when I got shot in my back now I was sleeping on my fuckin dad's couch eyes still burning from the pepper spray ouch cant believe he just got away and just bounced now I'm stuck in section 8 all they fuckin do is flex and hate but really at this time I'm in the hospital shackled to the bed most probable in the ICU nah nigga that shit is most definitely true treating me like somehow I am unstoppable but now I'm stuck in section 8 somebody might wanna get up and check the fuckin gate because I might have left that shit open my fuckin life is still broken but I do drugs no more I even quit fuckin smoking no more this is all real shit so just let that shit soak in now let's go back to the morning I got shot I was still poor but really I had much more my niggaz I mean alot but I got into an argument with my bitch ass dad I guess that snitch got mad he called the police for a welfare check sad he didn't tell me so when they arrived he pointed a taser at me yelled take the fuckin blanket off I dropped the blanket and he seen the fake ass 45 he just started dumping from five feet away 2 in the stomach 2 in the chest did he stop there guess fuck no he just let that shit blow 2 in the fuckin face fell to the floor blood all over the muthafuckin place still dumpin one in the ankle one in the foot is he done yet nigga look he still dumpin one in the back of my thigh 2 in the ass and 2 in my right hand man why one in my low back bone where the bullet still remains yeah motherfucker thats why I still got this chronic pain so now I'm just a fuckin bum because of my ankle I cant even run but I am still alive could be worse so I guess I am alright but he just let loose his whole 15 round clip like he was fuckin hunting for some big ass muthafuckin moose shit on a Saturday morning probably still drunk off booze just left me bleeding handcuffed behind my back all the blood just seeping into the carpet fuck you bitch ass motherfucker you know you are the one that fuckin started it about 45 minutes the ambulance arrived they're probably thinking what the fuck is this nigga dead or alive choking on blood feels like I'm drowning in mud but my heart kept beating I'm telling you my niggaz I am alive for a reason and I know what it is and fuck no I'm not too old to still make a couple of kids but that's not the only reason it's to teach the world that words are just words and we're gonna spread the love and create world peace son the fuckin shit will be great but first I need some help to find the door and let me out this muthafuckin section 8