just a lil somethin i wrote at lunch time at work...took me about ten minutes
everybody in this shitty town knows me
tho only five are homies,
when i blow up, they'll all be like "he owes me"/
there ain't no room to grow, when all ya folks is hooked on snow
and you scared they'll lace the blunt with coke when you say "it's time to blow"/
innocent flow sessions turn to stress and competition
and skills is based on fame and not the dopest composition/
don't got a pot to piss on, i'm shitty with aim
livins a game, gang infested, every cities the same/
my brains a maze, with a hole like marvin gayes,in a daze
droppin sweat, off these ultra-violet rays,been a slave/
since my wave of ultra-violent days with gang membership
at 12 years old i started smokin bold now cain't remember shit/
life in the bay of pigs, is danger-ous, the truth is
if i got this good heart, then why the fuck am i so ruthless/
excuses excuses, ghetto life with rotten juices
livin in the town of trenches, where ya know what every crew is/
tryin not to mess with hoes, steady searchin for a queen
but it seems i gets attatched to hood rats like a weave/
time to leave, this ain't no place for a grown youth
...gaspin for air, like fat people in a phone booth./
feelin disowned too, i've grown to, block the right out
and right now, i'm bout to put these mothafuckin lights out/
BLOW
everybody in this shitty town knows me
tho only five are homies,
when i blow up, they'll all be like "he owes me"/
there ain't no room to grow, when all ya folks is hooked on snow
and you scared they'll lace the blunt with coke when you say "it's time to blow"/
innocent flow sessions turn to stress and competition
and skills is based on fame and not the dopest composition/
don't got a pot to piss on, i'm shitty with aim
livins a game, gang infested, every cities the same/
my brains a maze, with a hole like marvin gayes,in a daze
droppin sweat, off these ultra-violet rays,been a slave/
since my wave of ultra-violent days with gang membership
at 12 years old i started smokin bold now cain't remember shit/
life in the bay of pigs, is danger-ous, the truth is
if i got this good heart, then why the fuck am i so ruthless/
excuses excuses, ghetto life with rotten juices
livin in the town of trenches, where ya know what every crew is/
tryin not to mess with hoes, steady searchin for a queen
but it seems i gets attatched to hood rats like a weave/
time to leave, this ain't no place for a grown youth
...gaspin for air, like fat people in a phone booth./
feelin disowned too, i've grown to, block the right out
and right now, i'm bout to put these mothafuckin lights out/
BLOW