Rough Draft
Lyrical Poetry- 2 Lines at a time
Cuz we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted,
I duck shots where Venus and Sarena used to play tennis,
To be point blank with you motherfuck the game
I got all this work on me, I ain't come for play,
They say we ain't got the style
We ain't got the class,
Swear my times never cheap
I fake my life like Ive lived Too much,
I take whatever youre given,
Not enough,
There's no recollection
of the evil things I've done,
My head feels like I musta' had some fun,
And everything's spinning
You're beginin' to think women
We could have a hell of a night, through the day
She blamed it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol,
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Sticky situation in fact
Tryin not to let the feelings catch,
But, before you say another word,
I'm back on the block like a man on the street,
Well I'd do anything for a blonde-dike
And she'll do anything for the limelight
And we'll do anything when the time's right
Man I been in and outta trouble since an adolescents
Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present,
I don't beg I can hold my own
I don't break I can hold the chrome
And this weighin' a ton and I'm a son of a gun
My code name is The Only One,
Damn I shouldn't start that talk,
but life is one big question when your starin at the clock.