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My life

Now days good and bad look the same .
Evil means nothing and the good seem lame .
I used to be such a nice guy, I ain't nice no more.
There was a day when I wouldn't steal a pack of gum from the store.
But now days I go in and have them open the drower .
Get on the floor and I go for the door .
I've done this a few times or more .
It's like this is normal cuz from society I'm torn.

As you know I have to feed that jones.
That's why ya find me out breaking in to your homes.
I will steal all the copper and stick you up for 20 bones.
I mess with that dog food ,not a sucker chasing stones.
And I do all this an don't care about arrest .
I have no qualms about putting my 40 cal to your chest.  
But it's ok It's like I'm living in a movie .
Always got to watch my back so no one can sneak up and do me .
You can find me down town acting like I don't know what I'm doing .
A suckers born every Minet and you just walked up and your  in good need of screwing .
I would even shoot you in the knee in front of your mama.
My life is not a comedy in fact it's all drama .
In the hood where I stay its easy to lose your life .
People come stepping with a gun or a knife .
And when you turn your back they will even try to fuck your wife .
Some people can't take it and they take there life .

Well I'm easy to find and hard to hit .
Alway off tying to come up and on some bull shit .
But it's ok this is how I roll .
I don't give a fuck satan has got my soul.
If I walked in a church I'd probley catch fire.
Cause when the good go to sleep I'm up getting higher.
I pass out listening to the police Sirens  .
In the morn I better get my fix , or I'm off on some crazy shit.
If you see me you better leave me alone , maybe I should of stayed on the methadone .
Can I get clean well I don know , I'd probably become a alcoholic and be out robbing liquor stores.  

Well this is my life and I hate it bad  .
It's hard growing up and not having a dad .
I had to come up stealing what I never had .
I'd go out happy and came home sad.
Spent my adult life doing gangster shit .
End up in jail a lot for  loading many clips .

Prison didn't scare me it just made me mad .
Sitting in a cell thinking about the things I never had .
I never had a girl that wasn't a bitch.
It was always some hoe just trying to get rich .
I never really had a job the that I thought was ok .
I never got down on my knees and prayed .
I never asked for help , I did it my way .
Never went to school for more than a few days .
I never had a personality that wasn't split.
Never had many feelings that wasn't foul and shit.

Now a days it i can't seem to have a home.
I wake most mornings wanting to put my gun to my dome.
I got no car so i walk a lot and the streets I roam .
Maybe I'm a roadrunner and ill I need is a tooth brush and a comb.
But all I really want is a life that's kind simple .
This is all just a drop in the pond and my life is just a ripple.

Don't pass judgement if this is not the life you had.
Don't wanna get shot, don't leave your pad .
Don't wanna get robed ya better take a cab .
Don't step to me unless you wanna get stabbed.

I Should of done the right thing and tryed to be good .
Now I am just a prisoner trapped in the hood .
Will I get out I can't say .
I just have to take shit day by day.

Written by Raindog
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