choices or voices

yeah Its me that voice in your head. hey Over here Im the choice that's fed. so many choices, so many voices. I'm a fucking addict and it aint fair that I'm expected to choose. for the voices give choices but I always seem to lose. scattered, shattered and You blame me for the shit. Why not be real and look at the reasons I'm losing my grip.

First of all I was born to abuse. But atleast its drugs and not little children like you do. I was raised in the gutters that protect your house. The streets were my home in which you know nothing about. I have survived the streets, two terms in prison and I'm stronger than you think. I was given life but never got any relief. I run with those dealers, killers and thieves. I chase that money and still find time to dream. I'm street smart, I'm a hustler and I grind everyday. your a shit talking coward that's too scared to come my way. Why, because of how I dress and look. Or are you fucking worried that I will read you like a book.

Id rather be me than to be who you are. I fight like a dog and creep like a cat. I will kick your fucking door in if you want to test that. I get high off the substances you know nothing about. Sitting there as if you understand what you doubt. I'm loyal, and I protect my brand. you think all addicts steal from family, neighbors and friends. Label me motherfucker but don't think you know who I am. For I'm savvy, wiser and a much bigger man. I am the one you call a junkie. yet your fucking ass is like a piece of shit that's runny. weak, ignorant and full of yourself. Go hide in your house and protect your wealth.

Stay the fuck off the block if you know whats good. come running your neck and you might find reason to be respectful in the hood. cause I'm that pistol packing, sack packing not giving a fuck doper. I move form the shadows so I can get closer. I protect my block, I got an army of hard hitting, hopped up soldiers. and all you got is a mouth that needs to be shut like a folder.  yeah dope kills, yeah dope destroys but blame the fucking government and what it ignores. throwing drugs in our laps and asking us to sell that. throwing guns in our laps but expecting us not to shoot back. Locking us up and disregarding due respect. That's why we shoot, deal and ignore laws that are made to protect. protecting those that don't have a clue. misleading us all as the people get fooled.

open your motherfucking eyes listen up close as I take you inside. Inside the mind of a cursed addict with no chance to become. I may live and die for the streets but aint no bum. I get more than you think. I stack more than you think. I got more heart and pride than you could ever seek. I'm not ashamed I own who I am. My word is the only thing that I have. I wasn't raised by two parents and didn't have money for college. I was given a bag of dope and expected to haul it. So I took off running at an early age. have seen many die and been cuffed stuffed and caged. I get out and get my old job back. Given a gun, a bag of shards and soon I'm back on track. with a pocket full of money and some wheels I'm rollin. shit my whip is nicer than yours and you cant believe its not stolen. well guess what motherfucker I'm hear to say.  its not my fault that the voices and choices have paved my way. think about the reality of all that I tell you. judge me if you want but don't think you know whats true.