I gather myself and try to write nicely, but I ain't feelin' that way I'd rather write raps that incite fights, riots, and melees And they say, "All X-Raided rhyme about is peelin' caps Prison crap, fuckin' bitches, gettin' high, and killin' cats" But I'm insistin' that I'm spittin' facts And y'all niggas is spittin' lies to feel alive While I'm livin' in prison Couldn't feel that I'm committin' convictions What the Hell am I supposed to write? How could I compose nice? When I'm sittin' in this cell at night like And steadily socializin' with Every soldier, sodomist, murderer, rapist Burgler, racist And drug dealers and thug niggas caught up with three strike cases Man I'm faced with bein' in a cage with niggas that love hatred That embraced it, and can taste it And ain't, feelin' no disgrace Would be willin' to pull your heart out and replace it with a cold one More should, show love, for the young ones to the old ones And where they come from is irrelavent But they're gettin' here so face it Gotta come up in, if you think you wouldn't be up in, chill Revelation, I ain't got no patience for this fakin' Hate me and then you can reflect reports straight crip Blue and gray bitch Y'all niggas sport pink and turquoise I'm laced with gunpowder from up out of a .44 caliber ??? Say sin, see my face sin Sick to see cuts and disgrace men To replace men, but they gotta...
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Agree with me I just write what I see Might not believe in me I just write what I see I might not like what I see But whether it's wrong or right It ain't a song, it's my life I just write what I see
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