Suicide...dedicated  to  all  the poets

I'm  not  stating that  its  a  straight  road  to glory
Its  my  life  sacrificed  in  this game  wholly
Been  on  this  poetry  art   since  I  was  a  small  kid
Tasted   the  sweetest   and  took  away  the  biggest   trophies
Failed  and  got  disappointed  in  what  I  should  take  in  owning
What  gives  me  headache  is  that   these   niggas  still  don’t  know  me.

Its   a  suicidal mission,you  got  to  have   the  vision
Straight   focused   and  use  the  lyrical   pen  as  a  pistol
I'm  not  going  to  spit   here   and  bubble  stupid  reasons
Al I  want  to  be  clear  is  that   im  with  my rhymes  even  if  it  means  treason
Fighting   this  battles  and  looking  on  the  life  window
I'm  a  lyrical   assassin  but  I  dream  hitting  a  fresh  pussy  in  my  window
Popp  bottles   with  big  booty   whores  and  rlax   with  a  cup  of  cappuccino
So   fuck  the  troubles   which   doubled  because  I  will  write  until  I  become   a  hero.

I'm  a  soldier  who  got  the  same  spirit   as  a robber
I  danced  with  sharks   and  beat  them  in  order
Lied   and  stole   the   gold  form  the  rightful   owners
Right  now   eating  fresh  pussies   make  me  think  like  a  grown  up
The  money  in  my  pocket  is  driving  me  crazy  like  I  play  soccer
Its  me   and  the  crossroads  that  spate  me  form  being  an  owner
Either   to   quit  and   stop   this  lyrical  madness   I  hold  up
Or  fight   until  I  win  then  I  can  call  it  over
Fro,  the   way  I  see  it,its   suicide   and  im  on  it  until  I  smile  like  a   golfer.