And maybe I’m
Too used to choose
‘tween

One Lie and two truth
I mean
Fraud bitches need to come clean
Like, excuse me

Pause

I used to punch people like Bruce lee
Sauce and juice, and blue cheese
My daily menu
This’s nutritious
For doomed streets and hood dreams
Me?

I’ve never met any bloods and crips
I used to know a few kids
Who grew up like room trees
Quiet life
With no beefs and no spliffs
And having no troubles with police and thug shit

In a nutshell it’s sucks shit and routine
But to each his own