The Realest People Don’t Have A Lot

Role Is Something People Play, Model Is Something People Make, Both Of Those Things Are Fake.

No Thank You To All The Bustas, Cowards, And Fake Homies Who Showed Me The Depths Of Jealousy, Envy And Greed.

Sometimes When I'm Alone I Cry, Cause I Am On My Own. The Tears I Cry Are Bitter And Warm. They Flow With Life But Take No Form I Cry Because My Heart Is Torn. I Find It Difficult To Carry On. If I Had An Ear To Confide In, I Would Cry Among My Treasured Friend, But Who Do You Know That Stops That Long, To Help Another Carry On. The World Moves Fast And It Would Rather Pass By. Then To Stop And See What Makes One Cry, So Painful And Sad. And Sometimes... I Cry And No One Cares About Why.

My Family Tree Consists Of Drug Dealers, Thugs, And Killers.

And Still, The Best Of Us Build, And Reach Monetary Gains. Some Of Us Kill, But Still, Most Of Us Can Change.