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Its cheap, talk as they say,well its a life of crime its the only way, thats how i survive day by day its crazey.
it feels like it wont get no better, get so frustrated, just wanna grab the wetter, no, been brought up better, my mama told me not to deal wid the haters like that, so i hire a hit man to deal wid that, he pulls out the nine he's strapped and aint afraid to clap back, to anyone that chats smack about me, my endz dont try that they know im a G, they easy. but they dont expect it im a surprise, dont think im so dark and evil when they look in my eyes, the picture of an innocent girl, little do they know i could crush their world, and like fire burn, scar and destroy, i keep boy friends but only as toys, they seem captivated by my body, i use it as a ploy to catch 'em in my web like a black widow spider, wrap you up bite ya and suck all the life from inside ya and just leave you a quivering wreck, im never sorry. theres never a happy ending to any of my stories, not even glory, im never proud of what ive done, im sometimes ashamed of what ive become, im cold hearted i feel no love, thats how i ride, my cold exterior aint a disguise, its real thats the way steel city raised me this dark individual society made me. and many others who feel like this, solve problems wid fists and weapons, on street corners till early hours thats when it all happens. the money making,paper chasing, pimping, drive by tales everyday as the crumble of society privales. Miraculous. __________________ on that shit from early, roll wid boys but im straight up girlie!!! |
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