Distress

(Single Verse)

 

This semi-auto lead moves crowds with no regrets, I'm enervating cats souls in the projects like a damsel-in-distress, I'm jetting in streets, ducking from cats with fast-sneaks, seeing trails of mad-geeks, whenever I'd stop I'd go-hell-for-leather, avoiding shots/punches like I'm Floyd Mayweather, looking up seeing cheddar, I was in heaven by 6:66, God rose me up like a Forsaker, now I'm in purgatory, blood rushing through my vains, running to my mama's house, It's still hell on earth, I'd rather be dead then on a Crips turf, It was this guy named Jacks he was deleterious, notorious for robbing junkies with whores and sluts, raping they guts out, till they eyes bust, cops caught him, then he bomb-rushed, exploding faster then a whore with a fake-butt, 20 minutes later I get home, I unfastened the door, rushed inside, heard cries, I started searching then started busting, like-wise, I take cover under the table, bullets flying everywhere like there blankets, my blank-hits a mis-fit, I get in, see my momma on the ground with 3 jits, I was to sick, so I blasted my head open like a tooth-pick, I was down for the count, I tried to eradicate but all I did was nidificate.