Still proud of the guy in my mirror, The money I make, makes my vision much clearer I can’t judge, I would never be a juror Cause I am more throwed than a fuc*** out feilder And I catch hell when I can’t pay the bills For the people I would rob, steal and kill for Tryna see a mill but reality is I would sooner see a grave, before I see us all filled up Momma I’m a rider, it don’t matter if the wheel stuck I’m so over their heads, but I’m still walking with my chin up So I don’t see them standing at my heels, trying to build up This is food for thought, but it ain’t gonna have to bill us A prayer and some holy waters not enough to heal us I’m only trying to make a better way for all my children Words form my heart I hope they make it to your ear drum Trying to keep it peaceful, but I’m strapped and really will dump. the real best rapper alive- don trip
Posted on: Wed, 07 Aug 2013 16:56:59 +0000
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