Up 5 str8
• Written by Frenemy
I started way back in nineteen nighty eight,
Now i stay awake late seen bout five daybreaks
and hallucinate great guess time to get baked
Having a lot at steak hope there's petroyol in my tank.
It had something to do with all that clear,
It got my ass in gear to move from the rear,
To being a full time rapper
That's been through pain and tears.
most of my peers were up like me.
On a Wal-Mart Spree with tweaker company,
Sticking close to me like melody
demons to my left never seen me flee.
Everyday someone wanting me to grab a zip,
Some turning snitch or waiting for my slip,
A classic misfit on a hell of a trip,
thinking all this whip i gotta flip,
til i get a grip or hit this lick.
Up all hours the sun hurts my eyes
A gansta paradice always comes with a price
try to coinside with the thugs and lies
Never been surprised even when i'm fried,
but with all these zombies n robots i'm horrified.
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Frenemy
Member since March 11 2016