Many words about me, you listen me,
but you don’t know me, I am a homie make G.
Many times I lost, my force to live,
I resume my world, in a hidden smile.

I refuse to make, one deal with world.
And put in my music, my last words.
I wish peace, but refuse the world,
And make one black sound cold.

Everyday I try, hidden my bad face,
And inside me, I wish better days,
A better place, to child born,
And walk on the park, eat pop corn.

But life is hard, and peoples enemy,
And the end of time, you can see,
Turn on you TV, and see the war,
When you see it, make you forces far.

I remember the past, the time pass fast,,
My child I like, in world I am last.
Remember easily, my mom and me,
Many laughs in past, in my face you see.

My tattoos represent me, and my life,
I am resist, I begin, survive,

The world is lost, is the end of time.
I feel my end, but I need smile.
My words come to me fast,
And I feel one blast, and god put me that’s.
I feel many words, inside my brain,
I write rhymes, smoke weed,
I am king of pain.


Many days in pain, I lost my game,
But my hate of word, my brain detain.
I feel my god, work on me,
Make me one nice guy, but I don’t have G.

My friends leave me, I see it on past,
But I don’t test, my foul is that’s.
And my word I make, I make fast.
And I am “the best”, and I need rest.

I am free, and my word is not,
I don’t have money, I don’t have lot.
I work everyday, seven days on week,
To beer drink or smoke weed.

My work is hard, and words is soft,
Make words on rhymes, I make me one god.
But only have things, I don’t have changes,
And the end of game, I won the pain.


The world is lost, is the end of time.
I feel my end, but I need smile.
My words come to me fast,
And I feel one blast, and god put me that’s.
I feel many words, inside my brain,
I write rhymes, smoke weed,
I am king of pain.