Bleeding Journal

Ayo, my rap journal bleedin, true stories, the worries
That feed in, truely indecent, leaving writings
On walls at precints, niggas gettin beaten
Beefin wit rocks releasin
Sleepin on smiles, strong armin, the streets is foul
Styles my temperture, high and hot deminish ya, yo
Yo i preambulate, walk thru ya perimeter
Mind at times drivin hardcore, more like the man of war
Yea, i might be feelin like that, whenevah chillin bored
Got in ah major car chase, starvin like scarface
Mt. Elliot the spot i cought ah large case
Callin for the god to embrace duke, what i been thru
Thats what i love duke, fast pace, saved by grace
Unlock the safe, waved the heat in my face
Straight invaded my space, sworn he'll waste
Anothah black erased, my brotha Ace living
I paid the way and took ah lick, got laced
Slaved in prison sun rose, i risen
This sting is tellin me, we can't be froze but strengthened
Idle time crimed ah mission, wit some cold intentions
Relax, laid back, isolated, zone dimensions
I guess, that i was stressed black, burnin like ah fire pack..

Styles like my temperture, high and hot deminish ya, yo
Yo i preambulate, walk thru ya perimeter
Styles of mine drivin hardcore, more like the man of war
I might feelin like that, whenever chillin bored..

I stretch more than 30 blocks, washin machine ta dirty socks
Awaken by sirens from law cars and early shots
Stars and moons play at night, im live
Bright in the day, survivin 24 hour display
A ray if sunshine, combinin all of mine, mold ta one mind
Swayin left ta right, light up the whole pavement
Crime and cavemen, crazy insane enslavements
Misbehavments, anger and pain, this tidal wave sent
At the grave bent god, feelin like days i spent
But what ways meant for us, at times i splurge
Nobody i trust, clutch life, mics, and tight doo-rags
Threw ah few bags, but who's bad, im hype
Pants sag just right, over that, tongue of my nikes
My walk is peace, body is beast
Illah Dayz explode streets upon my release
Reload and increase befo im deceased, yo lets go..

Styles like my temperture, high and hot diminish ya, yo
Yo i preambulate, walk thru ya perimeter
Styles of mine drivin hardcore, more like the man of war
I might be feelin like that, whenever chillin bored..