Hi dumbmoney; Rambus thug regret:
Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back.
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats.
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed,
and hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see.
And in my mind I'm a blind man doing time.
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me.
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies.
I wake up strangling, dangling my bed sheets.
I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce.
How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss.
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here,
cause even thugs cry, but does the Lord care?
-- Carl
P.S. Requiem for a thug company:
You blew trial and the judge gave you
25 with an L.
Time to prepare to do fed time.
Won't see parole.
Imagine life as a convict
that's getting old. |
