New Boss sit in Crew crossed in it Ain’t no limits Heart stops Kickin Shit get Pushed in Bitch it’s Prison Small world Livin’ Beat down Killins’ One fourth minute Hard Heavy Hittin’ Weight pushed and liftin’ Double XL fitted Home made Club Skull splited’ Surviaval of the fittest Pay rent Or check in Click up Bang that shit Get wit it Cold Hard mission Do time Conscience missin’ Units, cellblocks Ranges and Maximum Lock up Loc by the first time you woke up Rollin’ dat dope to smoke up Got toothbrush shanks Concealed Inside the walls itsa Killin Field Magazine strapped Abs protected durin meals Shanks from da beds Finley honed steel Thug Life live So fucking real Stressed out ordeals Got me wide Eye’d Quiet when I feel My pain, anger, lessons Adolescents, And blessings Mind stressing to heal Mines Not resting Clock Ticking Time Rust Paint Peel 3 Months in the hole Butt naked Concrete cold When I make it I’ll be that much old And watch how I Ride wit em Like I don’t give a damn This soul is sold Its so Blown out of the ordinary My Foes, my adversary’s I’m Burning to explode War extraordinary Game face on head up Less talkin and very walkin It’s scary No rest Some weary Keep it live Lose sight of fear inside in time It’s hell We learn We fight Collide Unite And die Skin ink tear drops When it’s Goodbye Reasons to cry Its like we fight to live It’s easy to try But it ends Because one day you will lose some friends And another day Itz Yourself or him
Reason for writing:
180 degrees and changed
Birth sign: Aries
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