Gonna make this song cry
This pen keeps describing my battle cry
You try and die
You die to try
To roll it up
To squash it out
Quick to get hit in the fucking mouth
Censorship, for what?
Knuck if you buck
I still don't give a damn
And I never gave a fuck
Back in the game back in full form
How the fuck they read my words
And judge where I'm from?
Gotta entertain, ordained
to sustain, the wind or the rain
From these bitches and dez hurricanes
I think about grammar with a blunt and a smile
Time in the slammer I've walked that mile
Take the self pity and pitiful excuses
Leaning off the bottle,
Morphing these words, fucking abusive
Suclusive
to these streets
All these little bitches suddenly dodging me
I'm taken this mic
Like Z, This fucking song's gonna cry
Making truth outta lies
Freestyle competition
Got the crowd's heart crying over
what they been missing
Acapella worse than a goodfella
Got the shit over, it's down,
Catch me in the corner, sipping
Better yet, lemme catch you slipping
Bitching about who is this
And what he gonna do
I keep hearing dat barking
But where's your fucking crew
Bitch it's over, you through
Nothing to go war with
It's over and done with
There aint nothing I can't come with
Ears in the street
always telling me some shit
keep talking that talk
And you gon' see how much I run with
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Submission Name: Resurrection
