Still thinking.

Alarm clock wakes me in the morning,
fears of being poor fears of being sorry,
my shit has to be out the window this morning.
Wise man once said work or be sorry.
millions of people out there don't know tomorrow
lots believe and live in lots of sorrow,
feel their tries rise to touch the ceiling.
compassion for the world is making my mind start weeping.
Man: thoughts of first prise can't stop this feeling,
What? stop this, you most be kidding.



Paul finds out his baby ain't his baby,
he can't believe he could be fucked up by his own lady.
This he can solve this maybe,
with a gun a knife maybe even drowning.
He sits he thinks he starts plotting,
start by fucking up the guy who started this nonsense.
Maybe fade him from this very existence.
Stop plotting take your mind away from that nonsense,
friends tell him, but he wont listen.
He went ahead and did, now his facing a life sentence.




Anger can kill,
lies can take life's,
work pays the bills,
frustration takes life's.
We need to think before we take action,
or do it and don't act sorry for your actions.
Guns are made to blast someone,
so if you get one who really needs protection.
Live life to the fullest,
and try not to be the dullest.
Die trying to get your own riches,
never be contended with being the poorest.




A woman fucks with you, move on
there is still more ladies to be won.
If she wants to come back to you ,
fuck her and move on.
A man dies a new baby is born.
Before I die, i have too make sure in life am done,
before i go, i pray i see my own son,
and pray, he grows up to be number 1.


Itam.