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    Two years, waits up
    Still sleep, wake up
    Girl gon break up
    Mind right, cake up
    Friends came, friends left
    Bullshit is endless
    Been that, Hip Hop
    Really not impressed
    Maybe just my love died
    Sober, still above high
    Slugs fly, eyes up, dry but still a thug cries
    I cry til I can't cry no more
    Believe my own nonsense I can't lie no more
    Soul's dead, breathless I can't sigh no more
    Wheel's already fell off, I can't ride no more
    I guess I... pack up all of my belongings and just troop it
    You know it's beef when a smart nigga get stupid
    Then it's justified, rational nullified
    He's been shot 8 times, almost thought my brother died
    See he was raised different, I know his mother tried
    His arms tied, I'm tryna teach dude to touch the sky
    But still shorty wild
    Turned on by 40 cals
    Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
    No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
    I only ever fist fought with niggas bigger than me
    I never been the one to try to grab shit in my reach
    Incompliant, you have now witnessed the breach
    I feel like life is all written, understand my math
    Got on my knees told God I had a plan he laughed
    I mean...
    Hours pass, no sleep
    Cowards get a slow leak
    Showered twice the whole week
    Powerless control freak
    Thinkin' about suicide
    Won't though, I'm scrutinized
    Life nigga, do or die
    Hood want him crucified
    Jewelry on, fresh dressed
    Model broads, excess
    Phone calls, death threats
    Tell me what's the next step
    What's what?
    Whos who?
    Paranoid as usual
    Gripping on my deuce deuce
    Either way a lose lose
    All I need is one mic
    Razor blades, gun fights
    Grew without no sun light
    Understand sons plight
    If done right, won't seek and fail
    I don't follow the path
    I'm creating my own to leave a trial
    No rhyme or reason
    Nor reason to rhyme
    No more food for thought
    Shit was seasoning mine
    Now they counting my desire
    Second guessing my fast life
    Bringing weapons of mass in when you question my passion
    I live for this
    Not the baguettes and the fame
    Got signed having the awnser then the question changed
    Saying jump off don't sound right
    Is blashphemous, down right
    I astound mics
    Music is just what feelings sound like
    So even though when I do it it's flames
    For a while felt like I was making music in vein
    We don't view it the same
    I use it for change
    Y'all do it for change
    I use it for pain
    But keep doing your thing
    Soundscans sky rocket
    Build all this hype bout it
    People might cop it
    This is just my logic
    Maybe it's psychotic
    Though labels try to stop it
    This is my antibiotic
    So let me start doing what dudes like
    A nigga in the booth feeling fresher then some new nikes
    And I cruise like cruise-control
    No fuck that!
    I can't do it, I might lose my soul
    Even though shit help a nigga to his goal
    Would defeat the whole purpose
    Nahh that ain't what Jerz is
    Nahh that would be worthless
    Bars sounding nervous
    A nigga much deeper then what you see on the surface
    I rather resort back to snatching purses
    Finally understanding what the gift and the curse is
    If I was more concerned about a purchase
    I would tell ya'll it's about to go down like bird shit
    It takes courage, me verses urges
    Words split and got caught up in label merges
    And what's worse is
    I've been deserted in the circus
    Up and left the circuit
    It's dead like herses
    Sicker then the pedaphiles working in the churches
    That ain't the type of shit I need fit for my verses
    So lemme help niggas understand mouse
    Why try to fit in when you a stand out?
    No album but the money never ran out
    Beside from rap I'm kinda focused on land now
    Cause I don't know where the game is
    It's just been attacked by Hurricane Chris
    So niggas can't fathom what money and fame is
    Well some niggas get it by using their stainless
    Well some niggas get it what the kid sustain in
    Me!... I'm regular Joe I don't let it change shit

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