Ups and downs,been countering cuffs and clowns,
seasons rearranged,devils now corrupt the town,
wit the collage of attacks,not only dodgin the gats,
Im dodgin niggaz strapped wit AIDS,who be flaugin the facts,
inside a cage of madness,my temper rage,Im snappin,
think of death cause I know its so many ways it to happen,
the weed smoke got my bronchial tubes in bad shape,
tryna rebound like B-Ball players who fast break,
when the money and the wealth enter,dont be self centered,
claimin that you built it on your own,wit no help rendered,
everybody stickin wit they own,ethnic color,
but you wont see heaven unless you claim em all as yo brother,
we all suffer in a space age atlas full of blackness,
contractin tactics,buckin em wit the plastic,
glock,RIP to my thug misses who's never lasting,
shot from the beam of the dot,concealed casket,
props,you will not be forgot,so hide the sadness,
wait on the resurrection and indulge in gladness,
times have changed,but in the final of the clashes,
evil must vanish,and then be casted to ashes,
Verse 2
Logically the one's whos biologically dad,//
abandoned me,so G-O-D was all a young playa had,//
erasin independent solja,quitters not in my veins,
when every number gets subtracted,Im the number that remains,//
whether a bum on the corner,or an incarcerated goner,//
the lord is my companion,never travel as a loner,//
as my persecutors come,protected by plenty guns,//
I walk wit a cross on my shoulders,swayin 20 tons,//
my peers are imageries in the bleek of fatality,//
crucified by sunrise from policeman brutality,//
the system death penalties,the future form of cavalries,//
jailin me cause a lawyer wasnt afforded in my salary,//
nails are driven in my flesh,god bless this tryin test,//
I must die and resurrect and then proclaim my conquest,//
as I dwell in hell,walk wit me and show me things are swell,//
Im like Joel pacing wit yo wheel,knowin you wont fail,//
Verse 3
Troubled sometimes,a mothafucca try to keep my sanity and stay up//
strugglin wit no family,a loc damn near gave up//
Papa wasnt a man to me,I pray to keep my weight up//
til I learned that no one prepared me for the course I take up//
spiritual armageddon I encounter in my thinkin//
hopin the smiff n wessun be protection from the demons//
but the key to the blessin is livin for God's meaning//
strivin to see perfection,no mo compulsive drinkin//
in the last verse,keep God and not the cash first//
recollectin memories of livin where the trash lurk//
its an unseen superiority,wit authority/
to make sadness a minority,gladness a majority//
Demons I encounter up close on a daily basis//
caress my snubnoze enclosed in shady places//
I sacrifice to God the demons who's never gracious//
cause dying is contagious and so is the fed cases//
That's a tracc titled 'Life is fucc up'
Tryna get it on my compilation That i want out by next year sometime.
Remeber* ...Constructive critism if you gunna comment.
2 c's
seasons rearranged,devils now corrupt the town,
wit the collage of attacks,not only dodgin the gats,
Im dodgin niggaz strapped wit AIDS,who be flaugin the facts,
inside a cage of madness,my temper rage,Im snappin,
think of death cause I know its so many ways it to happen,
the weed smoke got my bronchial tubes in bad shape,
tryna rebound like B-Ball players who fast break,
when the money and the wealth enter,dont be self centered,
claimin that you built it on your own,wit no help rendered,
everybody stickin wit they own,ethnic color,
but you wont see heaven unless you claim em all as yo brother,
we all suffer in a space age atlas full of blackness,
contractin tactics,buckin em wit the plastic,
glock,RIP to my thug misses who's never lasting,
shot from the beam of the dot,concealed casket,
props,you will not be forgot,so hide the sadness,
wait on the resurrection and indulge in gladness,
times have changed,but in the final of the clashes,
evil must vanish,and then be casted to ashes,
Verse 2
Logically the one's whos biologically dad,//
abandoned me,so G-O-D was all a young playa had,//
erasin independent solja,quitters not in my veins,
when every number gets subtracted,Im the number that remains,//
whether a bum on the corner,or an incarcerated goner,//
the lord is my companion,never travel as a loner,//
as my persecutors come,protected by plenty guns,//
I walk wit a cross on my shoulders,swayin 20 tons,//
my peers are imageries in the bleek of fatality,//
crucified by sunrise from policeman brutality,//
the system death penalties,the future form of cavalries,//
jailin me cause a lawyer wasnt afforded in my salary,//
nails are driven in my flesh,god bless this tryin test,//
I must die and resurrect and then proclaim my conquest,//
as I dwell in hell,walk wit me and show me things are swell,//
Im like Joel pacing wit yo wheel,knowin you wont fail,//
Verse 3
Troubled sometimes,a mothafucca try to keep my sanity and stay up//
strugglin wit no family,a loc damn near gave up//
Papa wasnt a man to me,I pray to keep my weight up//
til I learned that no one prepared me for the course I take up//
spiritual armageddon I encounter in my thinkin//
hopin the smiff n wessun be protection from the demons//
but the key to the blessin is livin for God's meaning//
strivin to see perfection,no mo compulsive drinkin//
in the last verse,keep God and not the cash first//
recollectin memories of livin where the trash lurk//
its an unseen superiority,wit authority/
to make sadness a minority,gladness a majority//
Demons I encounter up close on a daily basis//
caress my snubnoze enclosed in shady places//
I sacrifice to God the demons who's never gracious//
cause dying is contagious and so is the fed cases//
That's a tracc titled 'Life is fucc up'
Tryna get it on my compilation That i want out by next year sometime.
Remeber* ...Constructive critism if you gunna comment.
2 c's
