Hers some more stuff I wrote cuando esteva encerado its not that good cause that was back then but I'm still gonna' post it
I cant take this sh*t
I need strenght to take life's hit
My past is like the evil my misery lit
And every step that I take seems I'm deeper and deeper in this pit
I cant take this pain
Thought I could take it with the this killa jane
I'm starting to break under this falling rain
Skating on thin ice again
My time seems to hold a cold steel cage
Working with freedom as my wage
I'm moving backward with no gain
Day after d ay only more strain
Is the fight really worth it?
Should I keep on trying or should I just murk it
Is there really any hope out there?
If I was to fail would anybody care?
I dedicated this to my patna' Lolita
My soul is empty
My mind is lost
In these streets I look for sympathy
But the lust I find comes at such a big cost
Just like the birds that I flip,that fuels my greed
A lost soldier without an evident cause
I cant find a solution to the problems I make for myself day after day
Down these boulevards I hustle my product never the less I got to find some time to pray
cause if I dont I'ma find myself deceased under the lead retirement plan
But I've found myself surviving by using what I got to get what I can
And thats all I need
Only that this fuked up life I dont want to lead
But what is done is done
Now I'm left with a son
So I struggle to find a better way
That should lead me to see a better day
I've been searching for a niggas warmth
For someone to hold me tight at night
But all I get is lust and greed
That makes my closed heart bleed
All I find is a craving son of a b*tch
That would care less if I lie in a ditch
All a nigga want is to get something out of me
The love and affection they seem to offer blinds me
I guess reasoning is I've been looking for love in all the wrong places
So I'ma stop searching and wait until it comes to me,cause I'm tired of so many evil hidden faces
I cant take this sh*t
I need strenght to take life's hit
My past is like the evil my misery lit
And every step that I take seems I'm deeper and deeper in this pit
I cant take this pain
Thought I could take it with the this killa jane
I'm starting to break under this falling rain
Skating on thin ice again
My time seems to hold a cold steel cage
Working with freedom as my wage
I'm moving backward with no gain
Day after d ay only more strain
Is the fight really worth it?
Should I keep on trying or should I just murk it
Is there really any hope out there?
If I was to fail would anybody care?
I dedicated this to my patna' Lolita
My soul is empty
My mind is lost
In these streets I look for sympathy
But the lust I find comes at such a big cost
Just like the birds that I flip,that fuels my greed
A lost soldier without an evident cause
I cant find a solution to the problems I make for myself day after day
Down these boulevards I hustle my product never the less I got to find some time to pray
cause if I dont I'ma find myself deceased under the lead retirement plan
But I've found myself surviving by using what I got to get what I can
And thats all I need
Only that this fuked up life I dont want to lead
But what is done is done
Now I'm left with a son
So I struggle to find a better way
That should lead me to see a better day
I've been searching for a niggas warmth
For someone to hold me tight at night
But all I get is lust and greed
That makes my closed heart bleed
All I find is a craving son of a b*tch
That would care less if I lie in a ditch
All a nigga want is to get something out of me
The love and affection they seem to offer blinds me
I guess reasoning is I've been looking for love in all the wrong places
So I'ma stop searching and wait until it comes to me,cause I'm tired of so many evil hidden faces
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