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letra de my sick life - mr.seven

sick minded individual scar on my head baggy pants i be looking like a criminal, chucks on my feet homie ain’t nothing corny money on my mind while your b-tch straight blow me, i been inn the game since 96 ditching high school jacking 40 oz from the liquor store with my goons, smoking chronic blunts we were bad little raskals kicking up trouble like some rude little -ssh0l-s, i moved up and got trapped with a wild bunch creepin on them streets up for days i was spuned dumb, scandalous activity always on the go go looking for a come up anything to make the cash flow, kicking it with criminals always on a mission most my f-cken peeps were either inn or out of prison, my baby mama trippin cause i don’t come home she heard that i got homegirls and we like to bone and when im inn a jail she do the same ol sh-t my life been f-cken crazy that’s why my mind so sick im straight scared up i wear my wounds like a rolex but you’ll never understand unless you walk the same steps this life i live is sick bro its a disease i got these demons inn my soul and they won’t leave i was trapped this dope game is a sick life my mind so corrupt sometimes i wanna take my own life, and i was dippin creepin on them streets scheming with the scandalous mothaf-ckas while the world’s sleeping non stop every hour on the clock teener in the pipe and this life don’t stop, then i came up my homie fronted me a quarter pound i bagged it up inn small amounts and tripled up on every ounce i posted up and started slanging out the fat sacks stacking up the paper had these b-tches on the nut sack haters had they eye on me i had to watch my own back cause everyone around me trying to come up like a fat rat everything was cool for a minute til my boy got popped by the police probably snitched out by some hood rat, i had to pay some bills and my pockets got lighter so i started doing stupid sh-t to get myself back up, but i had a drug habit smoking on that crystal package after package had me thinking h-lla evil i came up but then i lost it all again living in the city of the sin you can’t win i can’t get away its like im stranded on death row future’s looking grim i try to change but i can’t thou living life illegal was a everyday thing i was trapped inn the fire hanging off the devil’s strings im sick minded and im surrounded by sick minds corrupted by dope we in the streets working all night, and all my friends are either dope fiends or drug dealers caught up inn this life strung out packing 9 millas this ain’t a movie this some real life sh-t im inn so dam deep my way of life so sick and all i know is crime im on the edge cause im facing time running from the law got me paranoid im going blind cause i don’t sleep f-cking with that tweak stacking dirty money staying up all week hitting l!cks pulling robberies and burglaries driving stolen vehicles from honda’s to mercury’s i really had to change my life but i was so lost at the time my mind was really f-cked i had to move fast and then i became a fugitive running from police still slanging them thangs and hitting l!cks on them streets my drug habit got intense my paranoia just increased i tell ya i was scared to take the shoes off my feet in case these cops came and try to take me out my residence they came to look for me a month prior on some evidence on some other sh-t, i felt the heat coming at me but i kept on hustling cause this life was all i had see, this life is a addiction its hard to quit the money dope and b-tches had me trapped inn the mix, until i finally got caught when they raided where i stayed now im headed up to lock up ain’t no getting out today, i hit the county and my bail was over 50 g’s got myself comfortable cause i knew i wasn’t leaving stuck inn this mothaf-cken cell hoping that a homie sent a letter inn the mail, but thats a slim chance when this sh-t goes down you find out who your friends are when you get locked down n0body give a f-ck in fact they even get shady won’t put no money on your books cause they rather smoke it with your lady, trying to comfort that b-tch like the b-tch that she is you can keep that b-tch you can f-ck that b-tch while im in this b-tch starving my stomachs empty they feed us just to stay alive so f-ck a b-tch and f-ck a mothaf-cken buddy my heart is cold i got no love i rather get money, my baby mama acting funny but i be laughing inn the cell cause i don’t really give a f-ck dummy, i miss my kids putting toothpaste on their pics and hanging them on the wall inn the cell that lived, but i ain’t tripping in fact im just chillin reading books to p-ss the time and playing spades in this b-tch, and i be sleeping inn a cell but im comfortable and well and when im out this b-tch all my mothaf-cken peeps can go to mothaf-cken h-ll

- mr seven

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