Im judged, by people with all different type of interlectuals, A pack of fools, Who dont know rabbit shit, from puppy food. Locked away still trying to find away to zion, To hell if i keep my eye on, To what you will decide on. The type to eat, right next to the place that they shit, Escapie convict, with a bag of trick or treats, poisnous meat, Hell if id be discreet, pour an ounce of justice down your neck while you sleep. Come like freddie kruger and cut you in your dreams. Half a sack to find, if you catch me getting lean, meet the peace. Respect the less of what you got, cause some will rise wether you like it or not, around the clock. Bullet proof vest with the glock, mad rhymes and focus like this will never stop, this life from the ghetto, so dont tell know one that ya shot. (8)
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:42:15 +0000
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