Part 1
I can't rap like a rapper, don't mean I'm not a sniper, real friends don't change, ill survive any way I have to, like a bad hood, struggling for cold solution, cold stone pictures in 3d resolution, about what happened to the school program that was supposed to get us tuition, I ain't rapping cuz I want it, I smoke my spliff to the toke of what happened to january, I ain't commiserating I'm just sayin maybe yesterday it was better, nothing at all to say, cuz it doesn't matter, u say it was salt I'm saying cookie batter, snow falls like rain, in today's world, u feel the pain of a ruptured artery n ur bitchin about how long it'll take to win the lottery, I got my eyes on the story for the sake of a great many rushin to cough up another brown penny, cuz it's only black when there isn't plenty
Part 2
Where the streets decide who lives on borrowed time, cant know it's real unless u've lived near the bottom line, I got reasons for being this high, got no money for spliff & go check my alibi- looking straight thru like I'm meant to survive- got a game u aint even equipt to stand by- making plans u ain't even equipt to divide- cuz u poke like a fork and I fuck like a knife- cut thru ur blood like a fever on the brink of breaking- the world is a bitch and I'm taking- fake rubbing her clit- as she's trickling down milk-leaving her tips by the table as she blows out a wick- hungry to ride and I got the whip... !