Much On my Mind

Do you wake up some days expecting sunrays?

Open up the gun-case just another bloody sunday.

I listen to cutz dats str8 underground,

for all the ghetto clowns the devils hounds

bust as the thunder pounds.

real shit, engraved on a lil disk,

make-em-ill, make-a-mill Can ya feel da Sikness?

bitches a dime a dozen

one woman who I'm loving,

Riches why I'm buzzzzin,

In the midst of hustlin'.

I like it when your real 2 me,

let me know your feeling me

Come explore your mind with me,

this time is free revealing me.

I know what your thoughts are,

Fo sure it's not really hard.

Distance like time is instant

for instance ya missed it. LOL!!!!!!!!!!

Epileptic don't throw a fit,

like a hypnotist I'll make ya suck my dick then forget.

Bout's 2 spit enough sick shit to drowned ya,

clown ya till ya feel claustrophobic by the lyrics that surround ya.

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Opening the blinds, it's another cloudy day,

before it's to late need to find another way.

Stressing inside I need to get a J.O.B.,

open up the fridge take a swig of day Ol' E

Searching in the ashtray for the remnants of my last jay,

breakfast out the way time and place to get blazed.

Spark it up, take a puff, 2 hits and it's dust,

but I guess it's enough cause cash is tight & times is tough.

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LOL! Listen up ya stupid motherfucka,

If I didn't need the blades fo' cane I'd cut cha with ma box-cutter.

I wish I had another chance to change my life,

believe me I've tried... But Satans grip is tight.