I aint from the Ghetto
My struggle is all mental
I don't carry a stelleto
No shives no heavy metal
I'm on a difficult level
I'm an incased slave in my mind a rebel
Tortured by the reciet of a hundred lil pebels
In the form of a hundred lil devils
That like to mettle in a million lil heads so,
At the beginning I trembled
Cause all together those devils resembled
What schizos draw with a pencil
A 50 ft woman of her menstrul...cycle
A psycho, twistin the descriptions of the bible
Unrivaled wild especially to the eyes of a child
A presence more corrupt than the 5-0
except if pigs could fly though