Tuesday, February 26, 2008

I’m the smoking ace I meet you face to face. I leave bullets all over the place. All the time I used to just drop one line. That was when your girl told me I was fine. She told me she would be all mine. Even in the blistering heat I nickname her sunshine. All the time I remember her being sick. I was there just for that. A cool cat. With the skills to match. I had to keep her in check earned her respect through hard work and dedication. Its tradition to carry on my one manned mission a soldier’s ambition. Higher in rank. Pump up the volume pump up the beat moves that will make you move your feet. Put your mind at ease make you freeze. They are calling out for me. Hear them please. You want to hear more then knock on my door. You’ll see the dead bodies on the floor. It will make you jump. It will make you scream. Are you with us or the home team? The kings of rock with a mix of hip hop. Blend in a lil bit of soul and some pop. I’m a punk. I’m scum. That’s why you all run. Check the body in the trunk. The blood flows you start to bend you start to shake and then you all wake. You find yourself turning insane. You lose your brain. All thoughts of your name. You’re not playing our game. Ours is not the same. You other cats are lame. What do I think. We think you stink. Were running Showtime as if were Lakers. Who’s trying to pose as if there us a bunch of fakers. To the days of bird and magic this is the tale of someone so tragic. It’s me who you want to be a shining star a MVP. So I let it be. I run the street bringing heat looking so sweet. I can’t help myself. I need you. This is how I can do what I do. That’s how I will become nice. Burned by the fire chilled by ice. Consumed by my pride secrets I chose to hide. All because this girl why didn’t she reply. Every night I cry. One day I will die. That’s the point of life find a wife live in paradise. But then comes issues and fights acts of violence and then there’s all silence there’s nothing left but one last breath the truth hurts the truth is death. Its ok I had to let this be known. The dreams I own. It’s just the end of it all where you fall you cant handle the truth but before I go and tell my story girl I have to say you’re just so cute.

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