while my dad is not gettin better I'm trying to get my **** wetter
my father's headin for the coffin
Im tryna get my ****** **** in
I know I'm a ******
my past is set in stone
but my future is yet to be known
yeah I'm a rapper
I love to rhyme
but it's time to wash out the black not to back to that young D but to become a brand new me
it's been a few months since he who bleeds from his wrists cut
But somthings afoot it didn't take a team to help me
be clean i did this alone
you should have know I Could do it on my own
writing raps it's me and my phone
my inspiration ain't gone its just unknown
how didnt you know I rapped
I'm not a violent guy but you **** wit me you might just get stabbed
I'm not evil knevil **** the future let's get medieval you might just get hung drawn and quartered
nah man I don't take orders the only ones I will follow are the Lords ones
Trying to in a new direction