antwone the gang leader always
be like: imma make a call; two
minutes and they here
regardless what the issue about:
antwone always about dat
(and they always come for sure)
me? i ain't made for that
me just tizzop
ain't belong to antwone's
brotherhood
even if i wanted to:
they wouldn't let me
dem dudes roll heavy
while i note down outsider dreams with white ink on
black pages
you feel me?
antwone's dudes addicted to
drive-by-shootings
i'm deep inside; yet no part of that;
my handz not made for glockz
my hands are made for pens;
i'm from the ghetto; who cares?
my hands are made for pens
and if i'm broke i will
write with sparkling fingers
that is for certain therefore my death will be silver
my eyes be shiny like gold then
god is always by my side
you feel me god? good cause i feel you god (HEART)
last breath: tizzop's dead body will be floating on air
because a good man does the right thing (i want to be good)
dead brotherhoodlums be munched by icy blacktop
you feel me?
eternally doomed down there without air
i won't be there
i am from the ghetto
who cares?
my hands are made for pens
* WRITE TO SURVIVE *
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
antwone the gang leader always
be like: imma make a call; two
minutes and they here
regardless what the issue about:
antwone always about dat
(and they always come for sure)
me? i ain't made for that
me just tizzop
ain't belong to antwone's
brotherhood
even if i wanted to:
they wouldn't let me
dem dudes roll heavy
while i note down outsider dreams with white ink on
black pages
you feel me?
antwone's dudes addicted to
drive-by-shootings
i'm deep inside; yet no part of that;
my handz not made for glockz
my hands are made for pens;
i'm from the ghetto; who cares?
my hands are made for pens
and if i'm broke i will
write with sparkling fingers
that is for certain therefore my death will be silver
my eyes be shiny like gold then
god is always by my side
you feel me god? good cause i feel you god (HEART)
last breath: tizzop's dead body will be floating on air
because a good man does the right thing (i want to be good)
dead brotherhoodlums be munched by icy blacktop
you feel me?
eternally doomed down there without air
i won't be there
i am from the ghetto
who cares?
my hands are made for pens
* WRITE TO SURVIVE *
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