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- Yo living the dream of a poor kid with a thug life syllabus
- mom thought he was crazy so she got him a therapist
- just cause he smoked a little cannabis
- caught in some crime for some small time arsonist shit
- now he's writing with a pen and paper trying to collect his wit
- but he lost his shit now he's looking like he's gone and quit
- but he's looking deep in his crypt
- and realized nothing else mad him happy
- kids thought he was good a demanded more
- like make it snappy
- now he's bound for your appeasement
- like scooby and shaggy
- thinks it's decent trying to impress daddy
- riding steady like Kudi but constant anger like moody
- will never quit like Rudy
- even though the struggle is hard and life is tough
- he breaks apart a shard in his hand it's clutched
- he looks at the reflection and can't feel lust
- and the blunt clogging his mind like he doesn't know what
- like memories are uncut right out of a directors plot
- standing on stage hi my name is Scott
- I have a problem
- I don't know who I am anymore, like blank, fill in the column
- I'm going to walk the plank cornered like a spartan
- been tortured since kindergarten
- steal my milk carton I start a real problem
- make that kids squeal till he's fallen
- and silenced cause I ain't no ones minion
- stop talking no one asked for your opinion
- on the road to crimson but no one knows cause he looks well driven
- but no one would bother to ask never mind listen
- I'm out of mind and distant all my passion put on restriction
- cause I'm a Preadjured victim that had no chance
- caught in the same circle cause kids put him in a trance
- now he relapsed now all he does is rap and smoke dope
- goes to a Christian school and takes lessons from a pope
- learning things that were probably never actually wrote
- like for fuck sake just tie my next in a rope and push the chair
- then say a prayer I guarantee no one would notice
- cause the lives we live are hopeless
- no one would bother giving a cent to the homeless
- wish I could've been like Nostradamus and predicted it
- in my subconscious I knew I could've scripted it
- just seemed like myths at the time,
- but now that I think doesn't seem to be of line
- guess we make the world out of our own design
- walking blind on a mine field just got our words to yield
- doesn't matter how you feel this world will be mine, and seized
- gun clocked all you can hear is breeze down on your knees
- flow so effortless infecting the populace they'd think he's a novelist
- but actually just a crazy communist
- that steps on rappers real dominant
- and the reign with be permanent like a marker
- don't start an argument cause I'm smarter
- yea every sport I play I'm a starter fuck my team who needs a partner
- number one on the roster any team to face is a goner
- better brace yourself cause I'm harder
- in any game, chess, how I dress you know I'll pass the test
- conquer the quest even smokes cigarettes from all the stress
- shit doesn't even effect his chest
- now hit the deck I went through depths
- hit the button and reset
- the lessons I teach call it Scott and robb rap one 0 one
- trigger to my head common kid pull the gun .....
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