Notes

I dropping a rap like a master, this rap is like a disaster. I done driving my life slow, Im gonna go much faster. I know you doubt what I do and I say, but what I say is what I do. Im going crazy, but why people call me a fruit, I have no clue. I know have nothing to lose. Whats left of my life just has no use. Just lost in the wind not able to win the fight. I lost my wings, unable to fly. Im just floating in the sky with no light to go by as my guide. At my side is a water in a tide slowing me down to fall while I glide. But what I find is nothing of importance but I ride with is a ordinance. Its sort of this life I live I just slide to the side to just to make by. With this life style, its like Im wild. This murder I commit is like a sin I sit. Not one bit fit just to be so lit so I just gotta get the power to be strong, not be a coward. This taste in my mouth is sour. Im climbing to the top of the tower hoping to hear my end, its getting louder. With this club Im the founder. Im getting served just by the attack while I counter. My head is just broken, because I am always out spoken this popularity is like a totem. When youre at the top, youre a force to be told that you are the lord of only this world. Im only now just woken to the moment that I wanna die in a hole and hope to God its gonna be over. I am hope to be warned that my life is held by a cord. But I am now dead because of a torn.