my Broken Life, Spoken Like I'm Devoting Type, 2 Provoking Fights
His Worries became Miseries Mysteries, just History Wrote In Spite
a Boss Dies Full Throttle, at 7 I Lost My Role Model, it was All Down Hill
Rap With Me 4 tha Tradgedies, cuz my Small Town Will Crawls Now Still
remember my Flow This Time, Poets Ryme, Tho It's Mine, I'm Taken Back
caught in Shaping That Forsaken Fact, I feel like a junkie Making Tracks
this Rebels Direct, even if I Get No Respect, I'll still Level Text
people Settle Bets, so Debts Will Rest, I rap like tha Ghetto's Check
I felt Dented, but I had Incentive, so I stayed Relentless and Attentive
this Eighties Baby has been Crazy Lately, like I Invented Demented
...If I keep rapping like this I will make it