young black grim but not ripe

Every time I step to this Psycho funk
I like the way the beats Be pulsating
Base drum vibrating
Tinted windows Telling untold stories
Studio gangstas unite
Self-destructive lyrics
Pay better
Tough love
Pays less
Testing my sanity
Got my finger revolved around a forty four
Ounce
Sippin to
Depression
Or making heartbeats skip to
My own line of self-justice
Imprinted on lead
Signed X
Predetermined name
My name
Although it hit U
Exit wounds
Exhume
Your Grave
Circled by teddy bears and flowers
Titled My son
Who died before his father
Pourin the continuation of a forty ounce
To sympathize
That u met your ancestors
Before me
Rings circle out in white foam
On black earth
Just like I be pissin
On my Future
For a peice of cold steel
Packin lead
Forty ounce
Drownin dreams
For grandeur
That I am
the one
to answer to
The Grim reaper
Not even ripe
holdin
Life or death
In my index finger
Bang bang
Was it me
Or was it U

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