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I'm sitting listening, the quiet rustling thru the trees leafs dripping, natures quench misting, the percipatation against my face , mother has never felt this great ------------------------------ ------------------------------ ---- ----------------HOME---------- ------------------------------ ------------ Its been a few years dont even know my daughter, my wifes got a chip on her shoulder since i've been gone lifes gotten alittle harder, weary eyes are caution signs that family nolonger knows me. I'm home and still feeling locked up, boxed up, the face bowl is how i washed up, twenty three and one and one was to get my grub, kept a thumper on the walk it was subject to go up. Tats of swas stickers and hood emblems is who controled it, cats who wasn't about nothing was quick to swear they know me, with long days spent remenincing on the old ones listening to the old one telling me to live to get this old,sarrounded by lost souls my nights were cold, days kinda hazy feeling like im moving inslow mo my nigahs not no mo my blood aint my kin all i got to rely on is my tongue my heart my pen,its cold and dark withen and nobody knows my pain, i'm wiping away lonely tears trying to withstand the rain, been introdeced to my fears yet my aim is to reign supreme in this game, my theme play no games my team hey no names because nigahs is to competitive. willing to killya over thirty seven cents thats a stamped envelope,or a slip of the tongue cause u put that on everything except god while in jail living like kings but in the streets they bums, with fingers covered with rings and necks covered with charms,getting mail everyday of the week and visits twice a month BUT NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW I'm sitting listening the quiet rustling thru the trees leafs dripping natures quench misting the percipatation against my face mother has never been felt this great ------------------------------ --------