Food for thought
I like to eat a lot
Of everything
Mama bought
I was a good kid
Mama taught me a lot
Disciplined
Father and teachers
Hit me a lot
Eyes rouge
That means stop
Ice rouge
When you put
The cool aid in the
Freezer
Breath stinking
Needa freezer
Chicken
And beer
I'm like Luda
Peaceful zeus
Call me Buddha
If I wasn't lazy
Woulda coulda
Shoulda been
A football player
Or basketball
Player
Throwing lay ups
I'm re up
Fill my cup
Witcha tears
Crocodile
Praying to God
I never die
That's why
I think He don't
Answer my
Prayers
Asking Him
Things
He won't do
So stubborn
December 19th
Day I was born
In A g o-go
Somewhere in
The Gold Coast
Check my DNA
Years ago I had
Hair like Kid I did
Lot of sh** till
Music hit me
Since then
Nothing can break me
11 o clock
Can I have a break
All I want is to
Be great
Come to ya crib
Ask ya chick to
Fix me a plate
Maybe a sandwich
Sometimes I wish
You were still here
And you still care
Obamacare
k** you like Osama
Don't want no drama
Rest in peace my grandma
Rest in peace my grandma
Ne me quitte pas
Mama's last words
ASTORIA is up next
(Ne me quitte pas)
Are my last words to you
NINA