I'm hopless, depressed.
A writer and a outcast.
A fighter and a thug.
Wait'n 4 luv.
Just lost 2 of my closest roaddoggz.
Just asd what's up in my thoughtz.
I must keep it real,
can't explain how I feel.
Scarvez on my soul.
Yeah, I'm a motherfuck'n outlaw.
I ain't trust no one.
Almost had a son.
Almost was a father,
I hope I don't bother.
Just see me as a brother.
We have 2 share with eight other.
But all I am is a stranger.
When I'm on the move motherfucka's scream'n DANGER, DANGER.
Got my weed, smoke all day.
So what's left 2 say.
My lyrics are all the time the same.
Depresive, just as tha game.
When I ride in the nightstreet I'm scream'n darkside, darkside.
Shoot at my foez, this is the general fight.
put out tha light,
Ya got 2 changez, run or hide.
Run 4 cover.
God why am I suffer.
Take my body and put me in hell.
There ain't nothing worse then being alone in a jailcel.
My lyrics, rhymez, my poetry.
Yeah this is true art of me