Blood In My Eye
Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 7:52 am
Live by the knife, by the blade they will fall, another R.I.P tribute sprayed on the wall
Then you wish u could be tradin it all, haunted by thoughts of ma man layed in the hall
In a pool of his own blood, sick shit, it only takes a minute for the calm air to rip quick
Like we in a movie, but this aint a chick flick, down here the Pitbulls they aint wear lipstick
Dudes aint rockin ice, they'd rather grab the pick, got a problem then stab the dick
Infected by evil, rage in C had me sick, seen the streets 'close up' like an A.M.E avy pic
Eyes peeled, watchin for the scum department, drugs stashed in the under garments
Intoxicated minds, it was fun to start with, inhaling more than our lungs can part with
High on ma own supply, we can sell more, fuck consequences thats what Hell's for
Rivals? stomp heads til they smell floor, do it til we're bangin nothin but the cell door
Stuck in a rut, gotta fight for territory, u aint crew, then u 'aint right' like the left of me
I've survived stabbings, I find that its destiny, how could a rhyme be the death of me?
Perverse initiations, stole cars to be accepted, we aint gotta be hard its just expected
Social outcasts, barred n been neglected, no job, with a marked card we get rejected
Down the line the mental scars become infected, so we're boozed up in a dumb place
The youths fucked we're the slum's waste, with our lives screwed up like a cum face
Then you wish u could be tradin it all, haunted by thoughts of ma man layed in the hall
In a pool of his own blood, sick shit, it only takes a minute for the calm air to rip quick
Like we in a movie, but this aint a chick flick, down here the Pitbulls they aint wear lipstick
Dudes aint rockin ice, they'd rather grab the pick, got a problem then stab the dick
Infected by evil, rage in C had me sick, seen the streets 'close up' like an A.M.E avy pic
Eyes peeled, watchin for the scum department, drugs stashed in the under garments
Intoxicated minds, it was fun to start with, inhaling more than our lungs can part with
High on ma own supply, we can sell more, fuck consequences thats what Hell's for
Rivals? stomp heads til they smell floor, do it til we're bangin nothin but the cell door
Stuck in a rut, gotta fight for territory, u aint crew, then u 'aint right' like the left of me
I've survived stabbings, I find that its destiny, how could a rhyme be the death of me?
Perverse initiations, stole cars to be accepted, we aint gotta be hard its just expected
Social outcasts, barred n been neglected, no job, with a marked card we get rejected
Down the line the mental scars become infected, so we're boozed up in a dumb place
The youths fucked we're the slum's waste, with our lives screwed up like a cum face