Aug 232013

I had top of the line cars and jewelry gleaming
The sweetest luxury I ever knew was freedom
I’d rather be home poor than living up north
Reminiscing of a bad bitch or niggaz I ran with (…)
I’m a convict, a lot of rappers spit that hard shit
But can’t look in me in the face, niggaz is fake

It’s real, my mom shot dope in her vein
Pops laying in the clouds took a shot in the brain
So I never sleep, always gonna keep my banger
And the media wonder why I write such anger
Imagine life as a lost soul, cold, no guidance
Outta control, cater to crime life and violence
And me no love Bush, despise Bin Ladin
It’s like I’m stuck in the middle between two fascists
This world’s shallow, I’m prepared for gun battle

Inget ballt att va rebell, men friheten är störst
Vad var det Jesus menade – den sista ska bli först

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