PayneInTheCulo

What you thought guys
I was going to stop with the writing
Stop with the fighting
Gun jam
Not put the knife in
You bugging
Already proved I’m a soul survivor
Went from the bench to starting
My offense reads the fortyniners
But what they seem to wonder
Why we don’t see the hunger
Why we bitch about taste
When many seem suffer
Free my brothers
Open them jail cells
We working
Being dead is my only farewell
Farewell
Why are we so selfish
Acknowledge but can’t stop it
We can’t help it
Two feet
Twenty pairs
A dollar a peice
To keep Jordan in the air
But do you care
Really, do you care?
ooo ouch, cool out pack bags and move there?
I really doubt it
But what we can do
We can ease the demand
For some damn shoes
You damn fool
But who am I
To even say anything
To even crucify
Yea those your size
But wheres the suit and tie
Thats a cash analogy for those business minds
I call it as a I see it
Can’t keep my opinion down
I’m quite bulimic-but these tracks I love to eat it
And speak some facts
That make you seek and ask
To try and clean your insides
Like chiefing Blacks
But when you make it BIG
That’s when you get PUNISHED
Signs of BEWARE
If you don’t keep it 100
But to keep it 100
ITS SO HARD
Not to STAY A PLAYER
When the money so abundant
But it’s this money we loving
The condones these john doughs
That’s waiting for cutting
I’m not waiting for nothing
Now beware
Be scared
D here
And I’m really on to something…!!