bring your pipes....i got the crack

[SkeetOnBeezies]

chillin...watchin the rain hit the pavement
the wind carries lost souls like a slaveship
the devil comin for his payments from his clients
that traded their souls for flawless diamonds
instead of puttin time in must've got blinded
by they own diamonds now they just lyin
to themselves destined for hell
cuz they trapped like jail and they skull is the cell
nothin left to sell so now they livin in hell
i try to free em but they got no bail
i try to see em but they under a veil
of purple haze on they way to the grave
in the fast lane livin out they last days
in pain and rage like a slave with AIDS
steady goin insane and go to church in vain
like they prayin with the crack in they veins
they say life is priceless but when the eyes is lifeless
the knife is bout as temptin as a nice bitch
its essential that we dream cuz we livin nightmares
right here we fight fears and wipe dry tears
from our cheeks as we search for peace with the wrong coordinates
my niggas in the crib with me like an orphanage
screamin fuck errythang like we all whores with dicks
just subordinates but we claimin to be bosses
niggas wana live honest and try to go college
and students puttin bullets in their head like knowledge
we runnin from the problem but we cant ignore it
cuz sooner or later we gonna have to pay for it
i got a problem that lives in the bottom
of the bottle that i swallow from
slave to the alcohol hopin god'll come
my soul weighs a fuckin ton cuz its soaked in rum
prolonged suicide without a rope or gun
it used to be for fun now look what ive become
enraged at the world when i have none
lookin at my girl thinkin bout my future son
will he suffer for what i had done when i was young
and dumb or could it be undone or shall i be shunned
a prisoner to this liquid cage steady drownin in my own dismay


on my knees i pray that the day i die my soul rests in heaven
inflation takin the food out the faces of my children
so im hustlin gotta make a fuckin livin
everyday riskin the chance of a life sentence
just a man tryin to get by whats the difference
showin repentance and askin god for forgiveness
for my sins, slappin bitches, and illegal business
ignorin victims while i envision gettin riches
despite the wisdom foggy vision got my mind twisted
im indifferent to the system that allowed lynchin
and the killin of the innocent without conviction
any black male in a hoodie fits their description
they dont want the truth, infatuated with the fiction
so they dont listen when we try to better our condition
just dismiss us like a bunch of fuckas in detention
until we take up arms and scheme like we on a mission
its a concrete jungle and these niggas livin in the trenches
and if we were to perish doubt anyone would miss us
soldiers with no glory in the same gory story
tellin god this life aint for me but he chooses to ignore me
so with each new dawn i push through like a newborn
conscience gone walkin chin up through the devil's storm
waist-deep in the flood but my spirit is never torn
i just march on like a soldier in an endless war
till the clothes is torn as my chest explodes in gore
and i fall dead to the floor that transforms to a shore
and the skies part as god himself welcomes me through the door
so many places to explore as i just let my soul soar


i was thinkin i could go to heaven chill by myself
or kick it with my fallen brethren while we burnin in hell
with roastin bodies everywhere gettin used to the smell
dont miss happiness no more cuz we forgot how it feel
call my niggas in a huddle strategize to beat the struggle
keep our asses out of trouble and our minds upon the hustle
a king is a fool to kill a pawn and go to prison
so i leave that to my righthand man i call the bishop
then i got the knights that end your life on sight
and the rooks murder crooks that be givin funny looks
they say vision is the art of seein the invisible
so if im a visionary i must be damn near invincible
a simple task to me is what these niggas callin difficult
if you cant get a grip then switch to a different stroke
stay original if you love somethin love it with a passion
dont be ashamed to slow down if it feel like you crashin
im here but you cant see him cuz magic you dont believe in
its tragic what i be seein tellin jesus every evening
i think im ready to meet him eyes wide open while im dreamin
cuz these demons they be creepin in my room while i be sleepin
on my conscience they be feedin like its crack and they be feenin
on my life these killers schemin like my death would make it even
all my love these haters thievin game so cold these bitches freezin

i know it doesnt seem like it flows at times as your readin it. but rest assured when i spit it out loud its beautiful

The One

Criminal Mind

[SkeetOnBeezies]

bump!!!!

[Tyme Lyne]

gawd.....!? text and out loud is different...man...it was good long winded as hell but good..I actually read all of it....lol...I like how you articulate the everyday struggles the people go through some who are less fortunate....keep that concept alive....it was like I was at a seminar on the real...when I was reading this piece...u brought that crack that damn near split my head from excessively reading this joint!....lol keep postin man..look forward to it...holla...

[Thirteen]

real nice... but damn, i'm tryna revise and u got me stuck reading like 2 pages of that lol

[greyteone]

That shit fire nigga keep it up straight propz