well i was born, guess i was raised to be a gentleman
well to my surprise i guess i'm living under them
i live of cash that was hustled from a wannabe thug
i was once like that muthfuka, now i'm addicted to drugs
about a year before i got into the so called game
people used to diss me of my ethnics and call me names
now i rised to the place i am in now, i ain't any better
i used to get hustled and jacked by the primes muthafucker
now i am in peace cause the wars all over, but my faiilure
makes me wanna die, cause all i do is cry inside, i need a savior
i have a hard life to lead, my past comes back tryin to destroy me
tryin to show the punk fucks from elementary that u cant kill me
i usually have to rumble to make my point,but then why
do they keep, commin weaker and stronger, muthafuckas die
leave me in peace, i'm always gonna win the battle but never the war
its me against the world, and i'm burning all closed doors,
but you can never burn them all, 35 billion to one
thats why i will die, and all the wannabe punks will have won
dats my open mic can someone tell me if this was good or bad and why
