Our future dreams of america
our future society growing up in...
Flying high,
Eyes almost blind...
They scamper, they scatter
They deceive, they deny...
U no me,
u no how i feel...
Another black eye
from another guy...
The hurt;
the pain...
I see Shinar rise to power
Bringing the likes of Shinab over...
This is a poem i wrote for my mom on christmas...
what i want for christmas...
Shoot and run,
drop him to the floor, make him cry, for your boys...
So much drama living here,
Hells pretty near...
So much pain in my heart
that I think of the bleeding it out...
I'm so poor,
So I'm thinkin' about robbin' a store...