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What you know bout Food Stamps//
Pitchin loose grams to feed ya lil girl this world turns you into a new man...its hard//Life is like OZ...we free??//
Its like we behind bars no peace, freedom of speach.. we exorcise ours//
Pain Is deep....but shows weakness so I hide my scars//
It a shame....economically we defined by our cars//
Whose ta blame??...this aint the world that was designed by our GOD//
So I stay focused ..and keep my mind aligned wit da stars//
While exorcisin my art...fuck time In the box//
Im tryna rise on the charts I line up my darts to better myself//
I walk the streets where all the veterans fell//
This Is Heaven and Hell where survival comes as second nature//
We all pressed for paper player..the best of me Is yet to be seen//
Me and a pen make a hell of a team//
Its incredible I ride beats exceptionally..I dont blow smoke I breathe fire an bless you wit heat//
Lyrically not nare nigga stands next ta me see//
So approachin me Is useless...stupid//
the pain plus the the fire In my veins run fluid//
Verbally fluent my vocals on wax defines music...step In a booth and give mic's...3rd degree bruises//
Any tendencies a steppn' ta me you'll get the best me G....I's destined to be..I rep for da streets//
My blood pressure boils underneath my skin...and my emotions run deep through the ink In my pen//
MOTHERFUCKER!
"Feed" me please!