born in the wrong generation

#staychiseledrecords#doingitfortheculture im so hard even tho i aint even trying so hard but ima try hard i got no heart i got over the bad luck like a four leaved clover astma my smoke a chocke ya like a mma grappler like the i mic i hold ya till you tap out i fight till my last breath soldier shooting at the breeze with my gun holsterd it dont have to come out moving the degrees of comfort when you comex for the monsters mutated mobsters i eat them like lobsters with this hunger ill crack a shell your head fried like your an egg asswell munchies cuz i entered hell came back full stomach like i had a hell ofa ton but the weight on my back gets lucifer flattenend and stomped im flattered when im straight to the point i cut tongues a famous attack to get a silenced voice your a bag of trash ima dumptruck i hate to ask you dont have a choice cant talkback when you in de back with that smelly stench ill recycle ill recycle like born and die you crossed the line patrol im on the borderline of more then live bigger picture like you saw the sign i got the most important drive you to alive im born to survive search and destroy bombin the site site note i shoot like a elephant rifle recoil like bad merch recall no phoney atleast i cant recall 4 gs in the car you got no connect from my people full gass im workin 40 hours a week still im not makin enough they say im a adult why dont i get payed like one i work the same or harder its a shame thats done cuz with my paycheck i cant make bank and the work i do makes me braindead thats when i start to think how do i change this like the plumpin in the sink let it sink in while im fishin ina pool keep bitchin about your government job and ill kick you like a mule i keep carrying they say god give love but i dont feel it only thing i feel is that i work my ass off ass iff im paying alimony my dad didnt whant to so is this land holy or is it dying like homies im lookin at the future it looks bright when i close my eyes when i open them its pitch dark i git sparks when i rap like a plug electricity in this darkness.. its a must plug it in like a keyboard or ill plug it in ya cheap whore my week more work thats what the weed for cuz i need to relax relief some stress or ill leave like ya ex im lookin for a treasure chest on the map marked ass x but i come with a axe and my harness i wont bury the axe im carnage like mustard gas when im unleashed i need to be ahead or atleast keep the speakers on max volume or ill expand like rodents theres no change i will sit here and just hope for the best im in a tough spot but i feel blessed more is less