Confessions Of A Desperate Man

Yeah

Like, how many niggas can write without writing?

Shit, I got to be in the top five already

Game

Game

I'm not new to this shit, homie I been in it

Six years dying to be heard by the masters

I'm not too hot to drop in ten minutes

Pac' was the shit, but I'm fine being classic

Need more time to dispense my thoughts out

Intense as it sounds, rap relieves stress

So every bar delivered was a mental thought

Amazing, shit like a burden off my chest

B16 is a

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Doc' is a beat playing through the g-force

Understand the volume of the studio sessions

Walking, talking, block of C4

Might explode on the next nigga pressing my buttons

Keep pressing ya luck, go on, try it again

Have you wake up in the ER, counting your blessings

Confessions of a desperate man, dying to win

Trying to walk the right way, gotta steal the past

So hard to be righteous when I feel them laugh

Cause when the bomb blow you gonna fell the blast

Confessions of a desperate man, dying to pass

Niggas sleep in the hood, sleep with medals

Sleep with heat or with a shank

But the truth, protect me over they drama

I keep it hood, keep it ghetto, keep it street, keep it gangster

And the youth, respect me more than they momma

Cause I'm soldier for the cause in the army of the Christ

I'm here to let ya'll know man he not some nice fag

I know I got flaws, but whatever my vice

Still my motto is "I ain't got no price tag"

All I thought was the worst, burnt out from oppression

From seeing my people being killed by America

But what I thought was a curse, turned out to be a blessing

Cause all ya'll Europeans did was build my character

I'm trying to purify it in the furnace of affliction

Tired of hearing my peoples cries from your lashes

So I ride with a heart burning with conviction

It's the fire you're fearing, it's the phoenix rising from the ashes

Trying to walk the right way, gotta steal the past

So hard to be righteous when I feel them laugh

Cause when the bomb blow you gonna fell the blast

Confessions of a desperate man, dying to pass

Hurricane

Niggas politicking, wanna know why I'm rhyming different

My best friend got murdered, homie, my mind is different

If you ain't never spent no time in prison, you can't understand these bars of the lines I'm spitting

Niggas riling me up, let's go, find a victor

I can't do it homie that's the reason Shyne in prison

Through divine intervention, ten plus years doing crime in the trenches

Multiplied by the time we spent in the kitchen

That's a life worth of hard living, Cuban cigar tipping

Twelfth grade bitching, purple swerve by the jar sipping

If you lost a homie you know friendship is god given

I done seen the church so much you'd think I was born Christian

I done seen more dead bodies than a mortician

Seen niggas in and out of county blues like they was born crippin

So I'm a keep on living cause when you gone niggas ain't gonna do shit but f*ck your bitch and pour liquor, this ones for my niggas

All my homeboys who died in the struggle

And all my niggas still alive

Be what you are, and say what you feel, cause those who matter, don't mind, and those who mind, don't matter

It's still California love nigga...