i felt Gryme tho, if you can phrase it right...it can make the difference
but you can't have a lazy flow using normal words...gotta go with the raw scheme
my pen, my only friend, from beginin to end
write my problems out on paper, feelin safe when i bend/
words to mend a bleedin cut, seemingly stuck in the fold
with a heat that cleans the beat need to be tucked in the cold/
never seen peace at least my street it seems you buck and be bold
guns'll be sold, and you had a bunch of luck to be old/
stories are told, they stole and sold rocks, on blocks to get loot
where you might see ya girl wearin some prostitute boots/
lifes shit, and knives are manditory devices
ya eye lids stay peeled, lookin out for the vices/
friends are priceless, and stick by, there's no suprises
and violence is just another daily thing where I live/
it might give ya stress, but i'm impressed i made it this long
die like donald goines, get takin out while makin this song/
without a pot to piss on, i'm shitty with aim
livin a game, gang infested every cities the same/
like that