posted on Jan, 3 2015 @ 09:30 PM
My country #ted on me she wants to get rid of me cuz the things I seen we know to much cuz the things I know we seen too much.
On this rikers bus the tightest cuffs holding me shackle the life of a thug caught in the devils lacel/ on the streets I was invincible cowards would
duck at what my pistol would do a #ing killa/ mama's a dope fiend embarrassing me all in the street smile wit no teeth/never knew daddy heard he
drove a seventy two caddy died in a robbery can't remember him was probably three/why did my folks just.did in this society why wasn't I a child of
a doctor who left stocks for me/ three younger siblings them shortys goat to eat my mama's a junkie.she's twisted so all they got is me/I'm the
provider wit goals to do much better than my father whether it's drug sales or holding revolvers/blurry visions of dad holding me high it comes to me
slowly the words he would cry....My country #ted on me. (American born American raised American made)