its hard to get feed and argument bumps
but im grown to see me starring in such
Of these fantasies we call marketing us
CDs are blank like my pockets
Emcees are bank to to all the nonsense
Envy mistakes cause any we take
Could make or break the green like "shake"
But i stride like gum
its hard to be the leader when you ride as one
So i will write till im done
Till these light blue lines capture the light of sun
They can stay argumentative
Im just trying to stay on point with sharp extensions
But computers these days got them neutered and spayed
No one has the balls to go and do what i say
Bye grace I aint saving your ass
Go buy my CD fuck saving for gas
Instead of bumping old pieces i should make new ones

once all my school stuff is out of the way i can start really writing