Release

listen i got few things going inside mind
but i cant help but sit back and look at the time
beginning to end
can help that i did it again
fail to realize real lie that these niggas tell
fail to secure my spot in heaven so im bound for hell
feeling like a wingless angle who slipped and fell
the barrel of the gun is my mouf and my tung is the bullet
the trigger happy nigga in my brain is so ready to pull it
let the world hear my roar
leaving somebody wit a open soar
cant escape the streets like a broken whore
but i be damned yall nigga wait to see what i got in store
right off the top shelf preserved with the word
my life story in bottle not success but the next best thing to smoking herb
put dis in your system let it marinate
wish i wasnt from the hood where niggas is to grimey to congratulate
my life is like a hot dog compared to steak
but what the stakes
raise the bar and see if the boy can hang
its just to much word play for one mans mind to maintain
so i share my venom my blood sweat tears and the pain
try to think of the moments when i was happy again
i mean way back when when the grass was greener
when streets was my parent and teacher
outside playing like the day would neva end
dreadin goin back in the house to to nothing but yellin
i can help but wish things would have neva gotten so bad
but i was a boy in a single mother house hold growin up wit no dad
i couldnt do shit trying to be a grown little man
knocked down at every turn determined to be a man
in a house with 4 girls you the only man der
or so you would think but the see thru glass aint always dat clear
i had to be weak for them to make them feel like they was superior
while i played the minor role supported the inferior
i hated it wish things would change
but wasnt nothing i could do except try and maintain
so im still holdin on to the days when the grass was greener and the sun shone bright
to the days i would wake up with no fear in sight
to the night i would sleep resting my head easy
wishin for the day that somebody would believe me
so i say fuck it grab the pen and the pad and i get to work
rhyming word for fun just to see if it would work
puttin my soul on the sheet and sharing my heart with the world
making sure i reach out to every little boy or girl
any one who every had a problem and wasnt strong enough to face it
to the one who think the strong than a mutant
to the people who fear death more then they fear their next step
to the ones who love life and cherish every last breath
to the scared the weak and the cold hearted
for the young the smart even the mildly retarted
for the jokes for the laugh for the joy and the pain
for the love for the dream for the sun and the rain
i can flow like a poet and rap with the best
but when its time will u play liek the one with the S on your chest
to scared to show the world who you really are
or not giving a fuck screamin off the top of a moving car
shit i embrace it all i am the new generation of i dont give a fuck
and if you feelin like u lucky i swear you should try your luck
its easy to underestimate second guess and criticize
til you lace up them shoes and take a walk by my side
so hold tight i got more to come
cuz my tung is the bullet blazin out the barrel of this gun