Street Jesus on the Dark side of the moon

 

Get a load of this,
Loaded hits,
Hits like a bowl of floating grits.
All the money in the world?
Still poor as shit.
Your poetry is the only thing that wets your dick.
It wets her clit.

Ask your wife?
Thong in my mouth,
I'm home tonight.
I see you don't have your chrome tonight.
Should I come back when the chrome is Centered into my dome?
Or you feeling man to fight?
I'm down die.
Bonafide!!!

Sith Lord,
Niggas pray to God for him.
"sick lord"
The smell of money about to make him bricklord.
Save his ass,
Strike him with a brick Lord.

Burning blade through the heart,
Evil Mid,
Bad Reggie,
Sell this pain like his last name Miller,
3 point killer,

I need distance to see myself,
so I can thank the Lord for letting me out that one hole so I could be myself!!!

I remember when it was a sin for me just to be myself,

My NIGGAS REMEMBER!!!!

Days in and out of my head just to beat myself.

Lil me in hand,
Just to sleep man,
I beat myself.

Like that time when the jackals didn't want me to see myself.

MY NIGGAS REMEMBER!!!

They mind fucked me until I beat myself.
To this day I still have a bit of trouble trying to see myself.

Shit

Nigga

I dont need no help,

Need no weed,

Take this pain flavored KOOLAID that you feed to me.

 Jim Jones.
Nigga's selling me lies.
Sills don't lie,
and pigs don't fly.
So will I die?
Eventually .

BALLIN,
til I fall!
I didn't know Paris green was my favorite flavor.
Dish it out to my haters and all.

Basking in loathing.

Sometimes I want to wear your skin for clothing.

Brotha Lynch shit.

I wouldn't blame you for Lynching a brotha for this shit.

I'm feeling quite sick.

No puns intended but we are really in the season of the sick.

End with Something we can all agree on