December 2008
I cant say goodbye To the the blocks That raise me The enemies And the homies That made me Tough enough To hang on The corners That would moul me Critics wonder If I'm tryna be The old me But if the t
Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin'