Why i write?.... Freemix...

[MagicMark]

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take dukes idea and put a lil' spin on it...

when i grab the pen or the keyboard, my mind opens, i can see more
thing that wernt there be-fore, seem like ideals i can reach, for
a better life, a wetter wife, the pittar pattar of little feet
a mini me, who i can teach plenty things, to make him the man' he'll be
its my plans to be, a stronger man, to acheive great things before grey hairs
like they care, they just killin' and rippin' for train-ers' but everthing i've said bears
a piece of my soul, im a beast and its shown, ive said no to temptation
focused my business, never took the notice to witnesss, the blokes who are bitches
worked hard like theres 3 a me, don't care, as long as my fam' hav meal to eat
reaching at the job, but they still treat me like a dog, sometimes i wish they'd put me to sleep
but my love i keep, with my family and friends, cause no matter the stress
ill never get as mad as the rest, ill keep going and pass all the tests
to keep fighting, keep strugglin', keep writin' keep hustlin'
keep on, keeping on, hopin my choices, will enlighten these others
knew a fella called J, he was a good friend, the greatest
we'd stand strong all day long, no matter what faced us
met on a day to day basis, we were on the way to the top
but the fucks who didnt make it or flopped, tried to make us stay in the block
one night, too many too handle, "knife im'" was the mantra
was down gettin kicked, sunk it in, before i could get my hands to
the rest of his crew, took off with me shouting
left paraylsed the rest of his days, got me doubting
the existence of a higher power, so i made my own final hour
grabbed the heat, told to speak, but this life had already gone sour
followed that cat for a few hours, got in his zone, caught him alone
told him he ought to phone home, it'd be his last, as tha gat was brought to his dome
got me mad n' blast, could feel nothing after that
just went home and sat with pal's waiting for the aftermath
but the rest stayed back, couldnt believe it was done?
guess the only respect these fucks give, is what they feel from a gun..
so i write thoughts that keep my thoughts right..
convince myself they alright, never wanna stop, who knew i could go all night?

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fuck' with it..

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