They tell me put the dope down,
and it won't hurt no more
But the only thing I really seem to understand,
is murda mo'
They tell me keep my trigga finger easy,
I'll open up your body
Too many casualties around here,
dead bodies around here
And I can't get caught up,
preacher can you save me, save me
They said it was gonna get greater later
But now I can't help to think that it ain't
But a nigga was fed up with this life,
thinking about running over to play
Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint
Taken out there,
pulling smith for the thangs that I never did
Coming up as a a young kid
Trying to get rid of all the
animosity towards me
That was shown by the other kids,
what do I do
And why do everybody want
to see a nigga fall
Mama and daddy can't be found
So when I'm stressed out,
who the fuck can I call
All alone in my zone, with no friends
So I chose to make friends with drugs
'Cause everyday,
everybody around me
Trying to clown me,
so I got afraid and I got buzzed
Out of frustration came
aggravation
Depression coming down in my mind
Kept a nigga confused
and straight crying
Dying, from sweet sticks in line
Throwed off in my my mind
Trying to wonder why do Jesus
let this keep happening
To a nigga that's steady
being on his knees
And I'm begging you please,
have mercy on me
Find a nigga a better way,
right about now I'm to the point
Somebody better take this
infrared away
'Cause if it go too long,
and I got a piece of chrome
And I want to you to come
and look and see
The monster that you've created,
look at what you did to me
They tell me how the
liquor ain't good for me
But it drowns out the vision of my casket
It's either my life or your life,
that's right
I'm gon let you have it
Everyday haters, can't understand
The way I move my hands in ways,
not known to man
'Cause I can't get caught up
Preacher can you save me, save me
Could it be the invisible, individual nigga
That got to get more bigger
But big got a hand on one hitter,
quarter I got bigger
Motherfucking bombs mo'
skits with a trigga
Shoots gun missiles,
dropping a bomb
Chucking hand grenades,
C4's explode
When I be sleeping on the same bench,
for nine days
Living off of hot water and
cheerios
Here it goes, my click back gotta roll
Nigga mom was thinking throwed
A twenty four fists apposed to those
They acting like nothing
but bitches and hoes
Suppose,
all a nigga wanted was the good life
Live in upper class,
laying back on my ass
With a maid and a butler
Sipping on a ice cold glass
God damn it, I'ma do it but I had
to start in the deuce
To 'em, nine plus one that's ten
Better think,
many murders would of been avoided
I just wanted a friend, feel me
But they can't kill me,
cause I don't give a fuck
If I bust with a gun,
'cause I don't give a damn no mo'
You ain't dealing with the same
motherfucker from three years ago
When a nigga fight fair,
knocking a patch out your hair
But it quickly, from a damn breaking,
a nigga going crazy
Look at what civilization done made me
This is my era of terror,
I am the man with the gun
That admitted never to miss,
would of ever miss
When it be busting,
a lot of you gonna be rushing
'Cause a nigga war like this
Innocent child with a smile with
a dream of advanced
To the top, but I got a gun in your mouth
You want to respect me now,
should of
Respected a nigga when you
had a chance
Haters, been making me into a punk
trying to figure me weak
Better get ready,
fore' them put zip- locs
And a whole of cops,
and a whole lot of blood stained
Sheets, drunk a lot of beers,
shed a bunch of tears
When I reminisce on them years,
when I see little boys and girls
Living the life that I wanted to live
Since I really couldn't live with it
It's gonna be hard for the other
motherfuckers to try
'Cause they dying, hey mama
I want my Tunker toys right now
Don't make me cry,
I don't want to have to kill again
I kill 'em out, till the world is empty
Look at the the album cover
That's what you did to
me
Z-ro 
