Verse 1 (The Last Rhyme)
In a city where It ain't snow
So pardon my roll call, man we be living like this is saints row
Like my style, or my flow, or my choice of words
The new d** be riding people back seat of a hearse
Woman be spending money like it's a Worthless curse
The next thing you know it one of them addicts hunting down your purse
Man, This is the life that we living
The same old sh**, like the same old buildings
I don't get it?
Cause we be living in a prison, of freedom
Blended in disguise, a prism, didn't mean to
Spit this real raw
As long as my words hurt the relevant people like 3rd degree burns
Y.J, J.R, K.S
Some initials of my ex I put to rest
But I can't stop thinking about you
The same pain I breath, I feel it on my chest
I hate myself, I hate you more, I hate this life style
My brighter days turned dark and I can't even write now
Keep thinking of your smile, yeah picture perfect
Or perfect picture, the same sh** will hurt yah
I thank my brother fallen, only one I'm teamed with
Chasing dreams, half asleep, day dreaming
Everything that I believed in
Turned out to be a same people that deceived me
Used to Look up to them, and now we even
In the same platform, on the same stage
They get jealous every time they see at my best
When the crowd wakes up screaming out my name
They Prolly thinking of ways to put me down to rest
Rest a**ured the feelings mutual, man I ain't tripping
Bullsh** in my mind, get it off my system
I be grinding to the top, so I when I rap, better listen
All the critics said I fell out, or went Mia, to hell with it
I'm just an outkast with mission, spit repetition, I'm k**ing this bar and now I'm finished
*Fallen Talks*