The past is the past let that shit die, it is what it is stop asking why, for every great day it has to be an antithesis, for you not to believe in that is just ridiculous, things don’t always work out some plans are made to fail, if everybody got into heaven it wouldn’t be a need for a hell, people die everyday from stray rounds, and some people cry out for help and we turn away pretending not to hear the sound, the world we live in is a messed up place, case in point the good people usually finish last in the race, we can smile and continue to pretend, or we can free our minds become something else and transcend
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VOL. 2
They want me to talk about bodies they want me to talk about drugs, how is this poems from the trap but all you talk about is love?, I had to reel em in first and get their attention, in Vol. 2 I’m going to write about everything you just mentioned and how to Dominique Dawes your money to ascension, stay away from detention, step lite around contention, avoid your name being mentioned through the grapevine, tell you how to react when it’s ape time, been there done it, no 50/50 if you in it gotta be a hundred, but make sure you really wanna run it, take the good with the bad, and subsequently your kids might end up without a dad
MOMMA TOLD ME
They said it was supposed to hurt at the end I look around and see no family nor friend, I can’t believe the wolves got me heaven or hell I’ll be waiting for whoever shot me, I remember a flash of fire a voice saying it’s time to retire, I was fighting you know I shot back but they flanked me and hit me in my back, they would be organized when they came at me, I wasn’t ready they beat the cameras I couldn’t see, I still was thinking that I could defend my home until that second one hit me in the collar bone, I dropped the hand of God that’s when I knew it was over, only thing that could save me now is a swat team or a four leaf clover, I might don’t make it running threw my head then everything my mother ever said, I really think I should have listened, now Im covered in blood about to be missing, my babies whole life ran through my head I should have been a soccer dad instead, it’s still better than jail or a jury trial, with my last everything I picked up the phone to dial, you gotta be kidding me, no signal; got damn Sprint, with my last breath I started to repent
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SOPHISTICATED THUG
I been waiting on this my whole life I wonder will it hurt like a cut from a knife or will it be serene and tranquil I just hope I leave a bank full think Scrooge McDuck and The money pit I don’t want my bloodline to have to kneel for shit not even a little bit
Seven streams of income is my initial goal and I’m only buying bars the next time I buy gold market value do your research that could be the difference between a house and no shirt
diversify diversify diversify keep your portfolio flipping like it’s a drought and you have birds in the kitchen when you can see the trends coming roll the dice but don’t risk too much because you might have to roll twice if you feel it in your gut than double down and before you go you might own a town