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Some people find me wierd, But most people like me. Dem most people pretend, Cause after while they want to fight me. Dont know why.... cause when you look into my eyes, All you see is the color of chest nut. No evil, but probably canevil. And thats only from all the %#&@$! I've been through. And knowing damn well I dont have a stunt man to say, "do you want me to switch with you". I will fall into a spiral of rage.. I love my chocolate skin, I will never wish to be bage..I mean change. I'm concieted at times, but know my flaws. I'm even at a point where I know females too well. It's like I have universal key to there draws. I'm the nigga in the shadows you thought you saw. I was the gentleman that held your girl hair, while she locked her jaw. A professional at talking the talk. And walking the walk before I crawled. I can drive the hell out of a nigga, and dont even need a license. But what makes me, me? Is it the blunt burns on my lips. Caused not from the heat on my hip, But from the feen of my grip. Or probably cause my favorite color is red. And over %#&@$!, I choose head. Or how I slept on more couches then beds. But what makes me, me? How evrytime I see a bad fine dime, I get the shivers. And when I touch em on any part of they're body, they get the quivers. And when I make love to em, I try to touch they liver. And then after less than two months, they become a killer. But what makes me, me? The pep in my step? The coke in my stroke? The swagga in my swag? The coogi on my %#&@$!? Or the haters in my present and past. Probably how I get real dizzy from standing too fast. But what make me, me? The fear I put in white people eyes when I dress too urban. Or how I had too many woman, but never had a virgin. How %#&@$!ed up my speech is when I slurr my words. Cause people nosey....So I do it to get on they nerves. But what makes me, me? If you dont know now, You never will...only if you was me.
It's hard times... So I'm going to do my best not to spit hard rhymes. But it is still hard times, no matter what. I'm doing this for these lost minds and lost souls. Cause it seems like they have nothing but lost signs. For the ones thats nosey trying to be someone else. And not strong enough to pull down these hard blinds. Confused... Dont worry it's Probably cause its hard times. yeah, Sometimes its hard to start off easy. Well for some people, it's easy to start of easy. Think about; dont that sound so simple and plain as... white paper! And what I mean?..it self explains itself. Its easy, but its hard not to think that, what I just said wasnt prejudice behind that. Just a Medaphore and I dont need to rewind that. Well just let me explain, Cause I probably need to define that. Becasue of these hard times, I just cant stop writing. Writing my curious thoughts is my anti-dope. While others killing their memories and depression, with xo's, crack, meth, coke, and sin in a bottle.
Pains and wonders. Lightning and thunders. Thoughts of sin and the demons within. And the streets.. What you know about the streets? Sex, money, drugs, hustlers, pimps, hoes, tricks, deadbeats, ballers and drug lords. Cereal killers, hit men, molesters, and rappiest. Crips calling 60 and 19. Bloods calling 59 and drapped in red. The sound of gun shots every couple minutes. And then the silence that causes insanity. THe lost of heart beats through the night. Its hard times. So i"m trying my best to have you understand and not to spit hard ryhmes. But its still hard times. I'm not crazy, I'm just a curious mind. Childhood of crime. Trying to find different ways to let my light shine. And I wont give up. I wouldnt want to change back. If I wanted to, I'm strong, where would start? Or just act like I wouldnt know..so how? From the way things going, I'm my own inspiraton. If you think you're doing is just fine. Well, congradulations. You see..Somebody told me, the day you born is the day you start to die. Your first breath starts death. Why so evil, I can't lie. I wonder if thinking like this bad for my health. Love for myself got me this far. And don't live on wishes. I know life isn't fair, but giving no option. Still hard times though. And we still have these lost minds. Cause we tend to follow hard signs. Detouring us to make easy decisions to pursue hard crimes, Deluting our seeds to grow these hard vines. So it could keep us held down to do hard time. You dont see these signs? Or you to weak to pull down these hard blinds. Or, you going to let your neighbor continue doing it for you. Watching your each and every bad decision. Saying lord lord lord give them vision. Their blinds are open with both hands. The top and bottom at the same time is rizen. So if we take knowledge like we take drugs, we would be on cloud 9. No. we would even be higher. Yes, Education would be the reefer and the motivation the fire. Well, did I lie? Not about when I said, I wouldnt spit hard ryhmes, but about these hard times. Sometimes you have to do things you dont want to do. Sometimes you have to do it if thats what you dont want to do. To have to make everything fit in place at the end. To make the person who you are, or going to be. Life is challenging, but is a must. Only succeed, cause there's only success. So have your concious be awaken for site, not for spite. So stop being weak and open your blinds. Its only hard if you make it at times.
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