nigga i don't sleep or wink
sneeze or blink
i pour my heart into this shit
man i bleed through it
i'm quick to leave the page bloody
momma had a handsome boy but i was raised ugly
though i stayed lucky
roamed like a stray puppy
through these cold streets
realized death was the consequence of most beef
los keep ya head up
don't get sidetracked
see niggas ride out and get a hospital ride back
besides that
i was born in the west
raised in the east
man i stayed in the streets
played with the heat
that's a dangerous game
me and my cousin used to chase strangers with the banger
rages of my anger came
fucked around played with cane
i was helpin out
i ain't see it as a major thing
but to him
it was all he had
no father
the streets is what he called his dad
shit
mad at the world now
16 years old
this street life
god damn
this thing here it's cold
but fuck it
throw on ya hoody and thug it
come out early and hug ya strip like you love it
if you want it
nigga please
this shits addictive like nicotine
money clothes and hoes
the lifestyle that a nigga fiend
the bigger dream was in me
deeper than a demons envy
no sleepin on these certain niggas
they just seemin friendly
niggas be schemin plenty
but dig my logic
for some strange reason
i felt safe in the projects
had to wait for the process
digest this life
to much to take it all in in one bite
i pour out my heart