Shoot and run,
drop him to the floor, make him cry, for your boys...
This is a poem i wrote for my mom on christmas...
what i want for christmas...
I see Shinar rise to power
Bringing the likes of Shinab over...
The hurt;
the pain...
When they were handin out wishin; I must not have...
Life is a tough and confusing place, so many...
so many ways,i think of everything, staring in a...
Since i was young ive wanted a happy ending
to ride off into the sunset...
Brown Flag Hangin,
Gang bangin...
Always been different
Looking at reality...
One, two, three
Time is passing by...
Mexican, Black or White,
We all da same in God’s precious sight...
You have to admit his genius
Even if he's a little focused...