Writter to a random beat. Hoping this one won't be slept on.
Yo, it's solidly concrete this life I lead,
Ain't nothing but greed and the wife I need,
'Cause a blockhead simple fucking cockhead,
Will land rock dead one day from glock lead,
But, homey please don't believe I'm afraid to die,
God made us to live so we have to made to die,
So homey if you're the hardest then test the lead,
Wanna kill me, go ahead yo, the best are dead,
Those that stood up for something have left us,
Dear god will you help us, to heaven accept us,
Even if a young rebellious teen I have become,
This music's changed me nothing can be done,
And I know tears I'll see on my mother's cheeks,
When I tell her I ditched school for other streets,
But, my country can't tell me how I must proceed,
I'm making my own life, cause this is the life I lead,