Visions of me on my last breath
Did a couple sins I won't confess on my death bed
Everyday I always reminisce on the life I led
Wanna be John Gotti but won't go to the pen
Yeah a nigga paranoid only got a couple friends
Niggaz cheesin in my face, What the fuck is a friend
Homicide is so delightful so they blastin with the rifle
These niggaz misled like a bunch of black disciples
Niggaz screamin bang bang they all do the same thang
Niggaz put in work and bring the fame to their name
Guess our life ain't the same as the price of chain
Took a bath in holy water so a nigga ordained
Stay true and dedicated so the two I fuse
Bitch you ain't a size 12 so you ain't in my shoes
Wanna be a real nigga but you never paid the dues
Guess acting fake is the new thing I'm so confused
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Rap Paradox
PoetryThis is just another book containing thoughts, poems, and songs I've written. Vote and comment or I won't keep updating.
