Message

You wanted to send a message fuck yeah I got it cleared,

but I did not need a message to see the truth,

you arent no G, just a bitch from a lame as crew,

you called me a bitch cause I roll in the poetic scene,

after drugs took all my peoples stop hitting the weed,

hardly chilled in the streets cause I have to gets money to eat,

made one mistake I am more than a man,

when  you hit me face to face should be, fist to fist,

but what happen 10 homies showed up,

as I step into the street,

this fo the homie and shit I got fucked up,

lip from inside torn apart, bruises on my arms but on my feet still stand,

no one can bring this person down,

heard you covered where you thought I was in pure white smoke, rain tearing through the walls living cylinder marks,

but nothing hit me, so I am bitch

I dont hide behind no crew or dont hit you with the ammo,

face to face first with the mind then a right hand to the chin, but no more anger in my heart,

cause I am happy nothing can keep me down for the moment,

I cant die can you understand,

I know it was my wish but my baby changed my way,

fuck death, they need me in this world,

cause I have much to live for, dont cause no tears,

so I cant die right now,

I am sorry lord but not even if you come down from your cross trying to take my soul you wont,

I will fight to stay up, I know you might read this,

so the message is this, come like a man and forget that gangster shit,

me an you head to head, I give love to the street people but not you cause you only fake,

so fuck you, but in my heart no hate,

do what you gots to, but one thing is true, away from this world I wont be,

I must live, I see the reflection,

I see my self in the water solid object and see the blood on my face and lips,

but in my eyes I see love and warmth, so dont worry I wont do anything for this,

I dont fight with my own raza,

I dont gang bang I said it before but I got my peoples who I respect so much and gots the luv,

but I dont forget , my heart can chill just like my aka,

if it chillz you know what I can do,

resting in a grave  

I hit you with a right so you can sit calm like a tv show

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