AYO DRUGGLAWG...Whats crackin homie...
this is my rufftymes written in 2000
Dawg its not whatcha know....
its who ya know. & who you know...
life got me goin 10 more rounds,
blow 4 blow. caught in a twist.
1 more time, cotton mouth lips, but still
droppin hits, 1 more rhyme.
askin myself these ?´s. am I going insane...
will the right typa investor, hear my name...
I´m still livin unda pressure, day by day...
takin lotsa drastic measures make sure payments paid....
over due fees. plus three kids gotta eat,
loosin sleep, the stomache pains bring me to my knees... even cried while I´m writin this track, mind bout ta crack, but I´ma man so I´m fightin it back... MY RuffTymes
These streets´ll leave ya cold, broke, & alone... focus was wrong... but still find hope in a poem. Homeless man need some change, not a hustle, he´s just hungry. Lifes game, sometimes, hard ta stay playin...
city sirens sound ta me kinda comforting...long as they ain´t come for me..
wonder whats for me? @ night when I sit awake and stare at the stars.... thoughts drifftin off to liquid, red hair, n cigars, n if there´s tomorrow....
pray to God,help me through it....times less prosperous....had me an offer, but I blew it....signed to the wrong label... was unable ta do shit.... strugglin in my future round the corner, but who knew it....RuffTymes
Fridge is empty... can´t afford what my rent be... hadta tell my dawg, no ends on whatcha lent me, luxuries can´t be spendin, me and doe are like rivals, mind stuck on survival, blind ya eyes with 9ta5 bull....
I´ve sacraficed, too much time...too much rhyme...too much life, too many blunts...and too much wine.....looked my hardest stuck in darkness usin flashlights, phase 2 was de ja vu when it pa**ed by.... asked why?...
most ?´s went unanswered... we hackin up the system speakin searchin for the pa**word...I´m at my focused, at my brokest, homeboys begin to notice, be like here DAWG smoke this... the fastlife, pace set by fate.... eithe keep up, move over, or ya loose ya space. 9 digits thats it... then dishonorably discharged.... thoughts of robbin babys moms for milk, n give me WIC cards....this parts what I´m afraid of....not knowin what´s next....if it´s a test, things at they worst, I´m at my best....
RUFFTYMES
