nothin to do ona sunday morning. just thought i'd come up with a lil sum
Person1:
It was all good just a week ago, when yo career was feasable//
and now it's too late to leave, unreleased turned into unreleasable//
am i unreasonable?, fine leave at will//
but you like an unborn baby, cutting your own ambilicle//
Person2:
imbicile,i am my own master, and i own my own masters//
till im living in my own home, till i wrote my masters//
pastors, reading the pa**age, coming of age, write off the pa**age//
is where the situation gets draztik, and my resistance is not pa**ive//
P1:
it's just a stage, get past it, or fail like dick dastard bastard//
statistics is balistic, you only high when the spliffs lit//
when shit gets tough, better get your steppin//
or get your heart stabbed in witha sharp weapon//
P2:
death threats, from dead vets, best step//
or your own threats will have you on yo death bed//
extra linen, for yo killing, dont wanna be one to be sinning//
but ill have yo casket in the synagogue, with angels singing//
P1
an eye for an eye , leaves one 'I' in we//
fight for yo life son, dont fight with me//
life's price is high indeed, for yours the Reaper'll co-sign wit me//
f*** the cost of living, i'll have you die for free//
Narrator
two shots two deaths, life's too unreasonable//
you too enter life, but life aint unleavable//
Saw 1, Saw 2 life's gone, again life aint keepable//
never saw this coming, it was all good just a week ago//
