Feels good to write

Aug 06, 2005 04:13

No Guilt

Clap Clappin
Fakin your heart attackins
Gotta get the money
Tick. You forced to pay backins
Slap wrist your thrown
Unclipped throne it's shown
Steppin back in time
It's like you livin alone Cause
Death, rock, caught
Faith, stop, and faught
Death is better
No confetti losing pity
Shreddin or stampin letters?
We're sick, it's like a plague
No-one knows, it's too vague
Sprayin the streets with disease
"Doctor swab that pussy"
Too much sad reality
Children concieved is too easy
But abort and you're sleazy
Wheezy, it's the threat in this city
The solid pollution air you can't just febreezy
60 months and 2 days
7 hours away
Restricted air waves
It's reach the point of no returnin
Swear to her you pull out
But you can't stop the moanin
Bonin, cause yous a thug
Hood phonies, unheard of
Street Wars begun
Niggas die for none

No Guilt my nigga
If you stole from the thief
The murderers dead
We ignored the beseeched
The guilty deserve to speak
Something we fail to teach
What if the needle leaked
Kill again you'd be freed?
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