IRC-Galleria

murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme
the crime rate ain't decline
niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind
like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind
tell me young nigga never learned a thang
dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang
sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry
tried to warn a little nigga either stop or die
mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream
afraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams
vivid pictures of my enemies and family times
God forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die
either take me to heaven and understand I was a G
did the best I could, raised in insanity
or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life
ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life
I'm troublesome