Ambition
• Written by SpecialK1987
I don't know y. /
I decide 2 live this life. /
Or y I live how I live.
Or when the day I'll die. /
Daddy asked me y I do wat I do. /
I said, "cuz I wanna b like u." /
An east side hustler, and a blood spiller. /
Cocaine sniffer. Not a drug dealer. /
Step n 2 the way my finger's hug trigger's. /
Them bitch's r gonna h8. /
I'm. Serve n 3 n TDC.
Cuz them boy's wanna talk 2 the state. /
I. Hit the gold n g8. /
Now I'm stack n, and bad act n. /
Got a lot of time 2 contempl8 my action's. /
Chain reaction happen's. /
Close my I's I hear gat's crack n. /
Nightmare's creep. When I sleep deep. /
Even n my dream's hater's jack n me. /
Silk pajama's, and I'm pack n heat. /
Open up my I's. I'm back n the street's. /
C I don't how. 2 live n e other way. /
I don't wanna just pass away, /
but it just seem's like every other day. /
I gotta bust an A-K, or have sum pistol play. /
I tried 2 escape this twisted fate. /
My homie got shot, and now he's gone away. /
Another black rose on a casket as it drop's. /
Now I'm ask n God 2 make it stop. /
Pop, pop, pop. Another body on the side walk. /
Underneath the street lamp.
Outlined n white chalk. /
I'm afraid 2 tell. Cuz these bitch's mite talk. /
I'm afraid bitch's mite talk. /
I don't kno when. I'll put away my gun's. /
I'm on a mission for kiss's, and hug's. /
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SpecialK1987
Member since September 24 2015