It's May 20, 2024, 11:14:11 PM
my life's like building beautiful art with filth and Garbagechoosing Artistry over ganbanging, still, there's HardshipsI face crazy odds, the underdogg; Engulfed In My Pastthe Bulk Of My Raps comes from me managing Multiple Tasksjust this morning, I woke up at the fucking Crack Of Dawnworked, scored an eighth and got busted, now my Cash Is GoneI spend my days writing rhymes, riding Buses To Workdealing with rude assholes, pricks, sickos, Bustas And Jerkskickin' up dirt, flirtin' with disaster, but I got No Lovefor myself or others, so to fill my voids, I Smoke BudI almost went to jail for my homie, but I did Not Snitchnever squeeled, karma came through, don't fall for Cop's TricksI got so much shit on my mind, my heart feels the Strain As Well"city of angels"? More like a demon-ridden Painful HellI'm tryin' to be the most Honest, 'til I need a Headstonementally, 1 of the Strongest - I survive all on my Own*