My verse from a song i did with the homie A Bomb....ill post up the link when i upload the recorded song on myspace......didnt feel like typin out my boys lyrics though....
"Ya see at 1st he didnt really know what he got himself into/since his birth you wouldnt even know the hell that he done been through/ And this verse is gonna tell it, how it is cuz it aint been coo/ The version he been sellin dont tell his sins or what he into/ his hatred towards this world and his love for drugs n power/ how he hate so many girls, all his relationships is sour/ how he take so many pills and hides his feelins like a coward/ How he cant pay any bills but wastes a million in an hour/ Snortin powder, smokin sticcs, blowin clouds of dro & crys/ only shower every six days, right before a fix/ And his life needs a big change, somethin he yearn to fix/ And he might do some big thangs if he learned ta quit/ His urge ta piss away his riches, yeah he gotta couple bitches/ But he always get possesive, always feelin real suspicious/ So he got too many stresses, hes a good guy turnin vicious/ But he got too many messes, too many broken n dirty dishes"
"This life is far from clean, its dusted disgusted/
The pipe the broken screens all busted n rusted/
The hype, no hope, no dreams, nobody is trusted/
No life, the only thing to like is drugs so im just sayin fucc it!"
"Ya see at 1st he didnt really know what he got himself into/since his birth you wouldnt even know the hell that he done been through/ And this verse is gonna tell it, how it is cuz it aint been coo/ The version he been sellin dont tell his sins or what he into/ his hatred towards this world and his love for drugs n power/ how he hate so many girls, all his relationships is sour/ how he take so many pills and hides his feelins like a coward/ How he cant pay any bills but wastes a million in an hour/ Snortin powder, smokin sticcs, blowin clouds of dro & crys/ only shower every six days, right before a fix/ And his life needs a big change, somethin he yearn to fix/ And he might do some big thangs if he learned ta quit/ His urge ta piss away his riches, yeah he gotta couple bitches/ But he always get possesive, always feelin real suspicious/ So he got too many stresses, hes a good guy turnin vicious/ But he got too many messes, too many broken n dirty dishes"
"This life is far from clean, its dusted disgusted/
The pipe the broken screens all busted n rusted/
The hype, no hope, no dreams, nobody is trusted/
No life, the only thing to like is drugs so im just sayin fucc it!"
