Compassion For The Damned: (WIP)

[Verse 1]

It was a normal day, tell me what does normal say?

I'm a mortal mane, smash my main like window pain

Been so sane, normal day at least

Then I heard a beep!

Shit, is this for me?

Lookin' at the screen

It's D, he's got a meet

Says "make sure this shit straight"

I'm tryna sell this shit, get paid

Sellin' shit cost the big 8

Waitin' for this guy like, "he straight"

Almost on the dot, at the spot we wait

Conversate, with brother, wonder if that fucker

Wants to con the bait, double my brother's weight

Ground would shake, then he would shake

Our hands, said "where them bandz?"

"Where's the money, don't understand?"

He had any empty hand, but he sat without a plan, I thought

Few minutes later from then, no longer at that spot

 

[Verse 2]

Ask to hit the mod, said we going to the shop

Get some new shit, in my car, zoom, bitch!

Said he'd ride along, maybe later high with my bong

Then he shot off like a frog, jump in the car and hit the throt (throttle)

Fifty-four M P H, hit the poor, then we straight

Fat frog is slow, got nowhere to go

"Bro, get that motherfucker, make that motherfucker croak"

Kill a motherfucker, then we motherfucking smoke

But I said, I'm tired homie, got some hoes to blow me

I gotta go, see, "say you better lay low, B"

"Cuz if see ya homes, get a bullet to your domes"

"Fuck ya home, zone, Cannabis and families"

"You the type of fucker that your mother can't stand to see"

 

[Verse 3]

Back to H Q, got back the shit

Snap to hate you, wetback lil bitch

Try to try my blood, survive to die, you motherfuck

I bet your mother sucks, and fucks while she's drunk

Fat fuck, in your back seat you sunk

Then we saw a blue Corolla, I said "Hol up?!"

Gotta re-up then we gotta roll up

With baseball bats

Big knives and tats

Got in the whip, trip to the past

In my mind see the crack in the glass

Fat motherfucker standing crass in the path

With his little squad, these fuckers bout to get shot

The plan we would plot, on the spot, we sought

Revenge and defense, about to break bones

Fuck these bitches anyway, they broke into homes

We were getting close, I hate these bros the most

About to meet their maker, they made this life, they chose

Then I thought of peace, the need for me to sleep

Misery I keep, or kept, I never slept

Maybe it was time to back down for once

Even though I wanted to kill those cunts

We made it back, home safe and sound

Street fades to black, no hate or doubt

 

[Outro]

He said "can't you understand, I'm just a man in the struggle"

"Trying to make what I can, abandon love for the hustle"

Compassion for the damned, he'll be dead with an empty hand

Any day could be his day, I stand, do you get me, man?