I ain't into battling rapping, I admit I'm crap
but I am into trappin ya minds in continuous rhymes
built for ya head to have ya bleedin to death
leaving you wreckless, breathless and neckless
having your ass paranoid at every fuckin noise
annoyed cause it's so far away, a dream that stays
a dream where I get paid for whining about my days
and complain why I feel the way I feel
or say the things I say and do the things I do
but who knew that this is the easiest way
to get it out instead of stayin locked up in my mind
cold hearted, evil, messed up thoughts intwine
not one side feeling sorrow for the people that die tomorrow
I dunno why this is, but frig, some days it's hard to take
other days, I just throw that crazy thought away