YOUNG VIVID CHILD
VIVACIOUS IN MOTHERS HANDS...
Oh damn swagga so official;
Boy you better get your game right...
Always asking the same fcuken' question
i cant fcuken' take it anymore...
Me and my boys sitting on the stoop
Skipping school...
Heart is burning
yet my mind is cold...
You dont know who i am
but try to guess, this could be fun...
How do i get used to
the pain in the city i cruise thru...
Smoke cascadin from my lips
while my hands grippin her hips...
I'm always such a cunt 2 her
I hurt her in every way...
ROSES ARE RED VIOLETS ARE BLUE I HAVE TEN FINGERS...
I wake up to spring being blue
Go to bed with fall being orange...
I watch as everyone moves along,
I sit and see what people have to see...