It's May 23, 2024, 08:26:28 AM
Got a belt across the face but I will not buckle,Cos I know drink an drugs equals nothing but trouble,Street royal rumbles between street scrappers aint pretty,But every youth in this city is living a life thats gritty,Grimy to the core but we dont know what we battling for,World wars of drugged up drunks, we acting all raw,Heads meeting floors, but thats another incident,Folks dont believe that what happened was an accident,I shouldnt really have it, but what can I do?,So I simply display to you the life of another troubled youth,And this aint no spoof, everything thats spit is fact,I aint never held a gun, shot, slashed or stabbed,But I have physically attacked and I aint even proud,I ask God to forgive me for my mistakes as I pray aloud,Hopin my sound travels through the sky and meets his ears,So he can forgive my sins and ease all my fears,Cos for many years I've tried to stay outter fightin,Keep my mind on typing up all the stories I'm writin,But its frightenin how I can just suddenly flip,And swing to your ribs and then bloody your lip,An I ain't one to trip, I really dont like that guy,So when I pray, I'll cry and I'll ask God why,Why cant I just be a kid that can live without boxing,Acting all hard like I'm not somebody peeps dont wanna be crossing,Its disgusting, I'm disgusted in myself these days,Though all these violent ways was just a phase but its a craze,A maze that I seem to be stuck in, unbreakable,What I spit is the truth, take it as you like, but its unfakeable,