It gave me chills the first time that I saw that n***a since he shot LaGhram. They had him locked down. he got his weight
up,
and now he swears he's the fuckin' man. No remorse, that niggas cold, he's runnin' s**t now or so I'm told, word up the
devil
done stole his soul in fact, I heard he sold it long ago, no doubt to break out, from the ghetto that be making fiends out
of
moms, car alarms, packin' heat when the beef is on. Word is bond, son, in this triteness it's all the same, watch your back
it's
a god damn shame, who's fakin' jax, your best friend will sell you out and no doubt, he's makin' a name, he'd die for the fame,
I
don't want much I just want everything. Die for the fame.
"Some get a little, and some get none, some catch a bad one" yo,
that was my anthem. 17 long hard years of blood tears, n***a
you were never there, n***a you would never care, f**k the word cause the
world f****d me, you could take me outta' hard times,
but you can't hard times outta' me.
Run your s**t, b***h ... we was tight
but now I look out for myself, only for myself. I'm a changed man with a changed game
plan, hung out together, grew up, you was my main
man. But s**t's just not the same; I'm in it for the fame.
Childhood nightmare scenes that souped his head up, his broken heart
and broken dreams got him mad fed up, the pain done got his
eyes, he cried for the first time since his mother died when he was 5,
sinkin' his sorrows in Jack D and Old E, just then he
wasn't glad he reminded himself of his daddy who made the pipe his wife and hit
it every night, his tears were thick, his
thoughts were mad hectic he's not pretending, he's thinking of ending the reminiscing over
hard times and hard luck, nobody gave
a f**k again the agony struck, he the barrel in his mouth, bit down, and just bucked.