Thursday, April 17, 2008

From deep inside one of my notebooks

This may not become of anything
But this is my life
These pages
My heart
Are full of
Bull shit and strife
Yeah I’m felonious
I’ll pull out a knife
Ben- That’s the Ha Ha talk
And look at ya girl
She doing the Ha Ha walk

Man I got street cred
The Ha Ha
If you ain’t been there b4
Don’t go
Because everything is shady
Err body got babies
We stay fresh to death
With no jobs
But yo that’s where I from
And yeah that’s how we come

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