Things Aint The Same.....
Cuz now I’m working 50 hours a week, I never can rap,
And when I’m not, it’s the pot though Pop said I’m better than that,
Never relapse, forever relaxed, in fact clever on tracks,
Letters attract, so Fuck making it rain when the weather attacks,
Cuz weather a track, or real life, I know what it feels like,
Broke up and took offense, since I was never a play the field type,
Feels like, the dame’s bugged, 5 years..and I don’t show the same love?,
An insane grudge, and to be honest it’s something I’m not ashamed of,
Flame Clubs In Heat...Peep How I keep my feet grounded and beat pounding,
The streets hounding, cuz the sound of hip hop’s so fuckin' sweet sounding,
Found in, Pinellas Park blazing L’s, a caucasion amazing as hell,
Shaken and fell, but trust it's Nothing...I’ve been taken it well!,
Not taking the wealth, or fame or the fortune, keep my name in proportion,
Flames scorching, killing careers before they start, like claiming abortion!,
A force in, the making, lyrics stinging so I got you singing the track,
Whats this world coming to? Things aint the same, but I’m bringing it back...
And Now I....
Can’t get enough of the pain, or enough of the pleasure,
I’ve had enough of the rain, and about fed up with the weather,
Cuz weather, I make it, I’m straight if I get enough of the better,
Whatever, If you’ve had enough shit then let’s say fuck it together,
What if I void, and dispise this art, it’s lies from the start,
Plus D2Tha's been skinny, this chest can’t fit the size of his heart,
Tries to start, since life’s a game but a score saves me,
Bored lately, Cuz All Of You Gangsters Act...Go Get A Job With Scorsese!.
When it bubbles through the shame…Through the Brain,
But To the pain their Immune, and you’ll soon be the same,
Plus there’s critters in the grass…by the stump and the snakes,
I slump in the aches…In this fast lane I race never pumping the breaks,
I’m dumping the fake…See how I switched in the zones?!...
And these words are enough… fuck the sticks and the stones......
