Northside born and raised
Puttin it down til my dieing days...
What is poetry,
To me it is a way to feel...
The way she talks, the way she held me when i was...
Cut yourself
Make it deeper...
Querido Amigo esta carta te escribi.
Ya que el dia de tu partida en mi mente...
I hate wen people judge me on how i treat others
they don\'t know how to mind their own all they do...
As life vanishes
Beauty fades away...
Never b4...
have i felt thiz way...
Every time I see you I think,
damn...
Damn she makes me so damn mad every time i see...
- Moochi Mooch...
Why won't you take my hand?
I don't f*c*ing understand...
Don\'t take this out of context
because this doesn\'t go to you...