~life's a bloodthirsty b♠tch like Artemis~
knowing this, ive become an archeologist
explorin my mind to find rhymes fit for display
& replay, disregardin all the " he say she say"
in order to convey, lines it shines like crystal clear
phony niggaz hate so i steer clear
of the explorers on their ficticious expiditions
my only mission's to show signs of artistic visions
i just wantchu to LISTEN! & feel where im commin from
the ghetto & the slum i dont claim to come from
but i got fam there & i kno way more than one
that tote more than one gun
in order to get by you gotta rise above your situation
survive & cop an occupation
whether your station is an achitect or a painter..
find a way to emerge from life's container
~life's a bloodthirsty b♠tch so you gotta train 'er~
grief & troubles are your main trainers
mistakes makes your heart turn flips similar like anger do
no boo so you hangin wit a danger-ous crew
its the only thing taught to you around the hood
plus its understood desertin is dying,so no good
you wish you could but you know the game
familiar wit tha motto so you pushin through the pain
payin tha price for the prize to be gained
been trained, time to break out the mink coat + da cane
to meet the world head-on & come out witout a whimper
~life's a bloodthirsty b♠tch... so i pimped 'er~
*smack*