Neva will I eat any respiratory in a manner of when I did, raised by a born killa street nigga insane in the brain every since I was 8 years old just a little nigga.
Always holding a raza blade in my mouth Lord give me a reason, to label all of my sins a "Q" and a phophecy, my mind feels automatically in a set treason, label me a hitch hiker.
No Mercy
My family, my friends, no justice, no peace either any close love, never had a STD disease in my younger years or older ones to come in time, so needing not to wear any maximum gloves.
N my heart I can meditate on you and take your life and living spirits, hell you won't know what came over you like lightining you will not be able to even feel this.
Sik and demented in my state of deep confusion, no laughter, no cry and no more tears, my old self sweeney at my last 3 funerals. Copyright 2010
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