From tha poet to tha poems of man,
he expresses how he lives in prophet and no one hold’n his hands,
over going and defending-searching, wondering will his live begans,
till searching ends in troubles and he left right back where he stands,
see his pre-teens was damage so he felt like niccas was enterapting his
plans,
so tha only way he felt he could manage was to keep a gun in his hands,
running and curiosity how he could be misunderstand,
when in tha long run he should have been doubting his friends,
for tha Street of Chicago is not easy and grand,
so you pray to tha heaven for tha good intend,
but prayers can’t be answer in satin’s land,
before life, you gave your soul to tha devil’s hands,
something that you control and tha heavens contraband,
is something that you know and now you Troubles will never end...
 
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