Sunday, April 16, 2006

The Rich Demure. The Poor Obscure

See, I ain't blessed to be. But that doesn't mean I'm your rival. You will see no revival when I shoot you with a rifle. The Rich's playin' money. That ain't funny to me. You're gonna witness a thriller when I turn into a killer. Now, read and bleed. Bitch, I'm going all out. Time for you to fall out.

All you rich muthafuckaz who love to discriminate, watch me kill one by one and fuckin' eliminate. You burn muthafucka. You deserve to die. Your family is gonna fly. Preserve your cry. You're gonna be deceased. Your ride's gonna be diseased. Money ain't always gonna bring honey. Your life ain't always gonna be sunny. Why so much hunger for bills? They ain't no pills. You have the cash. So be it. Will they help you when you crash? We'll see it.

Fuck all you muthafuckaz who're money hungry. You're gonna run when you see Praba angry. I dun care if you gloat with your twenty dollar note. When I catch ya, I 'ma make sure you're definitely gonna float.

For all my brothers who ain't stinking rich, life in these streets of hell, is a shrinking bitch. Money's just temporary. It's jus for the contemporary. They say money brings bitches, bitches bring lies. God lives in the heart of the poor. So dun worry, we'll stick a rod up their rear. Fuck the rich!

"I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself. Is life worth living or should I blast myself?" Nothing's meant to last forever. All this sufferings and strugglings gonna last forever.