A soldier frontline,
Government spine,
Broke the contracted sign,
To free my mind,
Now they give me time,
To free my mind,
***** of conscious,
I cant stand the nonsense,
Keep it tense, like the filth the radio rinse,
But they hands still *****,
Snitches grow birdy,
I hold my knuckle game stirdy,
Aint nothing purdy,
Bout this game of life,
I stick sharp as a knife,
Got a fly wife, whos down for the strife,
Tiff for tact, imagin that,
Gods is black,
With the angels holding back,
Zuez lightning rods, how odd,
Is that, dogs still chasing cats,
Cheese given to rats,
But aint smart enough,
To avoid the trap,
Verse 2 "Unreleased"
This flows any ethered,
Sneaks of the reaper,
From this bomb ******,
Explodes my mind,
Like subs of a speaker,
Feel the depths of a soul seeker,
Got ya eyes on a tweeker,
Back to this cheeba,
Met this bad chick named Anita,
Baker with the, rhymes i got,
Plus she knew, how to hook up fly food in a ***,
Gave me the best she got,
Plus she knew how,
To get me rock,
Hit hard **** slow, seven inches weighing heavy below,
Wait,
Lets keep it clean, almost had me guillotine,
Skully *******, scraping for scents of riches,
Weak ****** tried to get my picture,
In the cemetery, but i missed the bury,
Caught the blast, now they resting lovely,
Im smiling above thee,
While my moms worrying me,
Scared that'll ill be,
Dead or in the penitentiary,
But the streets raised me,
Since daddy abandoned me,
Cant get right with the honies,
Seems they act funny,
When ya wanna do right,
But its easier to wrong so see ya,
Im itching for a blazer,
Putting a taser, to ya mind
Like a cut from a razor,
Barber style, never did like to smile, problem child,
Eyes open like an owl,
Wolf instincts to a howl, its blood on the moon,
I feel leeches lurking from feels of the gloom,
Im crowded with goons,
Many demons in room,
Can't trust no one, only if im touching the tombs,
Free at last from the gunblast,
Now im getting carried by six,
Face blurred with the wooden mask,
