I'm sick with The Gutter its like a disease I love the streets Something inside my young restless soul tells me I will never leave I roll good with a piece tucked in between my boxers and pants I could be a motha Fucka and make anybody dance But that's not shit talking I'm in so deep within the dark side I'm down if someone Come along and say "Lets Ride" Maybe It's because I don’t give a fuck Anymore People will lie and people will die It's so daily now wonder When I cry I swear that's the last of my tears Warm, Useless Tears With nothing to stand for Because even tears don’t change shit People still try test you with their Bullshit I aint fuckin worried My past is dead and stays buried I'll go back to Saskatoon This summer Even if em motha fuckas wanna kill me I'm gonna roll and die with My Brotha's Cuz they the Truest Motha Fuckas And we all in the struggle We Come together best in the gutter (Im Just a Neechie) I fuckin Love my family
Reason for writing:
I got pride For who I am... I know who I am inside, I have a war within myself, And I never lose, But as well I never win.
Birth sign: Aries
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