Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tearsPicture my prophecy Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin' There ain't no stoppin' me, constantly movin' while makin' millions Witnessin' killins, leavin' dead bodies in abandoned buildins Carries to children cause they illin', addicted to killin' and the appeal from the cap peelin' Without feeling, but will I last or be blasted? Hard-headed bastard Maybe he'll listen in his casket - the aftermath More bodies gettin' buried, I'm losin' my homies in a hurry They're relocatin' to the cemetery Got me worried, stressin', my vision's blurried The question is "Will I live?" No one in the world loves me I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin' this anger Don't wanna make excuses, but this is how it is What's the use? Unless we're shootin' no one notices the youth It's just me against the world
I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me
My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer
to embrace an early death, now there's nothin left
There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest
I'm barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it
I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame
inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just a misery
Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep
Will I survive til the mo'nin, to see the sun
Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come...Orlando_Magic
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Who cares, he barely comes here now days. He prefers the Beach Boys now.ImprobusAs far as I am aware this is still my board so you can go f--- yourself
Em's verses on "Renegade" come to mind.That first verse is legendary, I know it by heart easily. Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen/ I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute/ Cause, see, they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it/ But if it don't, y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it/ Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous lucrative lyrics/ Who can inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics/ Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits/ But there's a huge interference - they're sayin' you shouldn't hear it! Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit/ Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish/ But I'm debated, disputed hated and viewed in America/ As a motherf---in' drug addict - like you didn't experiment? Nah nah, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror/ And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed/ Cause I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents/ You f---in' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage! And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here? I don't think you do/ So stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo cause here we go/ It's the [jigga-joint-jigga] and I'm the sinister, mista-kiss-my-a-- it's the...
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