Now who the fuck wouldnt be fucked up
In the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life
A nigga beats his wife, damn its hurting me
But I cant help her man the way this grind be working me
Dodging the narcs
Cops pulling up they fuck with us
Cause we on our corner
Cant tell em what I wanna
If I do Ima gonna
They leave put they just ride the block
I serve my rocks, bump em out before they next stop
Fake ass cops
Why the fuck these niggas fuck with me
Muthafucker, Im the one that pay ya salary
Dont get fired
Green making me so tired
Telling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore me
I know you could have been
All I say is should of been
Fuck reminiscing nigga how many hits ya getting
So I can hit the house
Try to smoke a ounce
Let the weed protect me
From everything I see in this fucked up reality
Im bout to move to Mars yall
The world a mess
So Im stuck to fearing of myself
Im nineteen going on death
I shouldve left when I was born
Cutting ambilicals
The doctor shouldve cut my arm, right at my vein
The pain makes me smoke the reefer
Helps me relax
It helps me really see this shit, I face the facts
I act like Im loving life, then I act fo real
Niggas is getting shot, niggas is getting killed
But still nothings done
Questions asking me how--can I sell to my people
My people wont help me out
Im pissed but I cant pout
Nothing change cause Im mad
Understand life comes and goes
So I guess its a fad
I often had to little, simulator my friend
So you cant hate me or this game Im in
I have been with out a damn dime
And its fucked up, cause its happened more than one time
Therefore I grind
I find myself angry
November 18, God let this world claim me
Against my wishes
But this is how a nigga do ya
Once ya born, its like the Lord never knew ya (cause why)
Cause this hell
Ya either sell or ya getting sold
Like we some slaves
Though they say that we free, its the same shit today
A better way, dont lie to me
The realest nigga
All I can see is reality
God told me.
Im bout to move to Mars yall
The world a mess
Ive seen enough
Its like Im seeing the same shit again
Nothing but thugs as friends
Pretend its cool
Yeah, pretends it alright
And this nigga begged me for food for the third night-in a row
I didnt know that my own was so hungry
I wonder if I was a bum would my people disown me
Rather lonely, but than again hell we all alone
To keep me from snapping
Im acting up on this songs
The wrong damn nigga
The wrong damn time
The right brand of liquor
The right size dime
I blaze and hit the hennesy
And I realize, this world wasnt meant for me
Reality
Im bout to move to Mars yall
The world a mess
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