Snitches Don't Get Stiches

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Need to do math
Too many tabs
Want a cigarette
I tried... I succeeded... I'm no longer down and dirty
No sir dis ain't perty
I got fitty
Calvin Klein witty
Gotta keep it real
No I don't gotta feel
I ate my last meal
Fuck food
I'd rather spill some blood
Tonight
When the time is right
Because the only light
Is in using that tool
But I'd be a fool
To waste
My life, My homeboy got a taste
Of what the pen is like
Why the fuck is he with that dyke?
Fuck I'd rather he got with Eyez
Or her sister, or Jesse, the real prize
Is coming a little later
Why you gotta be a hater
What happened to my homie hookup?
Now we can't even say wassup
Cuz there's too much beef
I'd write, but there's no relief
I am trying to maintain my good heart
This rap is a start
Brother, why did we have to part?
Your smile was like art
But your slimy baby mama
Looks like a fucking grama
And you chose her?
You are
So Burnt
I waited
Were we fated
To coexist?
You wonder why I get pissed
Ur girl fucking hissed
AT me
Couldn't she tell damnit I was lonely
I was breaking my habit for my homie
October 11th, iz the day I quit weed
Cuz I halted and thought "What do I need?"
The hardest thing
Was not hearing you sing
Now ur young, wild, and free
You owe me.
I was there.
I fucking care.
Do you not see this cross I bare?
All because I did the dare?
Because Sir Connor Baba did not fair
Well
In that dysfunctional hell
I fell
Took THAT route
Now that's not what I'm about
Today
But I could not stay
So I went astray
Down a ravine
Where the unseen
Lurked in each and every blackberry thorn
With SNITCH in my brain, and no one to warn
Me
No family
I lost the door, and the key
But had a gift
Even tho the rift
Between my soul and my mate
Was so very great
I thought it was too late
That my closest friend
Definitely wanted my life to end
Cuz you know, I'm crazy
But nothing can fucking faze me
Blood, guts, infinite pain
The sky felt my sadness, it started to rain
I may have tried
Suicide
After my more loyalty caused me to hide
Life was ride
Or die
I'm glad I didn't say Goodbye.
 
I don't know why
I can only try
Acting not so sly
But k-k-keep real feelers,
Fuck all the disbelievers
There like heathens
barely breathing
But I'm not breaking
This is me, I'm taking
My life into my own hands
No more following blanket demands
By people who don't even know my story
Like how I told Lorie
Then she let that evil
The one who made me feeble
Back
When she had a fucking sack
Of some dirt, and some black
Shoved up her ass
Along with an eighth of grass
I know she did not pass
As clean
She's a dope fiend
With a needle on her arm
Don't that kinda sound an alarm
Her heart ain't fucking warm
I've been through more shit
And recovered, through every fit
And hit
And even bit,
But I handled it.
I got tattooed
Guess what homie? Get a clue
Words on the streets that we were a thing
How does that roll ur bling?
To keep ur rat mouth in check
I would've been on deck
And proposed
I almost did, but when I hosed
Myself off at cowells
The ocean told me we weren't pals.
The one time I talked
I confessed, and walked.

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