I put my life on the line

• Written by Anonymous

I put my life on the line for my sister and mother,
I always keep a steady hand when protecting my brothers,
Cuz I got a itchy trigger finger and they know I'll buss it,
If it's coming down to them I take it serious cuz they really worth something,
Family first before a dollar or a bitch on the street,
A nigga couldn't pay me to kill a little nigga for free,
If it ain't concerning my family or the people outside from it,
I won't pull no chopper for no reason cuz I ain't going for it,
To take a another nigga life if he don't deserve it I ain't doing it,
Can't make me do a damn thing if ain't important is you losing it ?
Where yo heart at cuz these young niggas is polluting shit,
I ain't going to jail bout no stupid shit man I'm through with this shit,
So throw the gun in the river homie,
But keep it if you really need it to keep at ease homie,
Cuz these streets'll eat you alive when you way outside,
Make you turn from something positive to something real bad deep inside,
Turn yo back on the world and not give a fuck bout what nobody say,
You run up and down the streets looking for a body to place,
Head spinning eyes rolling hand shaking away,
But you didn't know ya life was on the line like everyday,
Heart pumping blood boiling blood pressure increasing,
But don't have a heart attack because we steady releasing,
All this danger to the street they gone feel the heat piercing,
Skin off the bones of the ones that act serious dis-believing,
I'm steady praying fore my foot in the door,
I see the angels in the room giving life with the pearl white floor,
I need a hand cuz Ion need another day in the slam,
For a brutal homicide over my family for killing a man,
Man its just my temper I hardly remember any of this happening,
Me wit my rag on my face in the street just spazzing it,
Spiraling out of control I think the Devil got a hold of me,
Because I'm currently in an asylum stray jacket wit the white robe fashion see,
12 weeks in a padded box with no fully armed weaponry,
But they can't control what I do to a nigga like a referee,
Because I take a nigga and make him feel embarrassed to his family,
And when he come back I break his neck in front of the faculty,
Yea I'm crazy but Ion really give a fuck,
Who got something say bring it my way then you outta luck,
I just be sitting waiting ready for a nigga to buck,
So I can wrap my hands around his neck and make him shiver up,
I'm a choker, bud smoker, chest stabber, body baggier,
Head trauma, I'll disrespect yo mama then clap her,
House raider, House clean yo whole apartment, True eraser,
I'll eliminate a hater, Say he gangster, He a faker,
What!!!!!!!

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