I woke up one day to the game you see.My woman left me for the Damn Extacy, She was a fine woman,she knew how to handle me,figured out the hard way and it cost me a fee. Niggas broke in my house and told me to get on my knee, Now what the fuck did I do? Nothin...I knew this was a battle I'd fail, I couldn't give this to my crew, One of my bros just got out of jail and I had no heart to make him have more time due.The nigga looked at me and grinned,shook his head,said your girlfriend again? I just wanted them dead,only thinkin' bout two little boys in the backroom, needing to be fead.I know it was wrong,I already had my rights read,I could only apoligize in song,because my boys were killed in bed,I'm almost ready to cry.So much has been said,I shouldn't have killed all them niggas dead. But they just drove through like a pack of wolves,Said my kids was a warning, I was in back of the vengance folds,Dumbass crack dealers left me out cold, Said I had a chance to get back together and grow old,I was so hurt,like a lance had gone through my soul.I went to my uncle kurt,he had nothin' to live for,so when I told him bout my kids,he walked with me out that door,It was time to make a settled score.It was kind of cheap,niggas were layin' on the floor talkin.I didn't care, I was in too fucking deep,so I murdered them when I walked-in,didn't even think about stalkin my pray,after I used my shotgun and 'cocked-in', killed them and felt kinda 'gay',Niggas don't think about your sick games you play,I was fucking happy okay?I felt for my sons.I lost all sense of being that day,went home and killed my wife for sellin' me out, that trashy peice of decay.Be true to your family niggas all the way,listen to my inteligent peice of art,it has meaning and 'functuay'...
Just a little peice off the top of my head...wrote it cause a lot of my family is dead...So please give me some comments...it needs to be read.......
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