Monday November 14 2022

( New updated Lyrics)

Not giving a fuck, getting stuck off the skunk, I don't give a fuck.l, I'll throw Satan in the trunk. Cuz the devil ain't shit. Nothing but a lil bitch. Slap him in the face make him run to his mommies tit. I'm about to throw a fit. Cuz life ain't fair, but I still like to share, cuz I'm a NORTHERN CALI BEAR. Trying to do the right thing always seems to be wrong. I'm tired of this broken record that's why I'm changing this song while I reaching for my bong. All I know is since accepting CHRIST. I died weak and the GOD resurrected me strong. I try to stay positive but it makes me feel uncomfortable, when surrounded by those who never really SHARED in the struggle. All they care about is their hustle, being “all about their money”. People like that are hella funny, so I laugh at them for being dummies. So society will call me menace, if they haven't already. But I ain't tripping I'm always ready. Suited and booted. A psychopath for Christ, connecting me to God. Doing the best with with I have so I don't ever get caught. All my life, I've always fought with my my own fatal thoughts. Wish one day they might finally stop. But Christ legally adopted me, never realizing I've always had my Pops. I'm not embarrassed to let my tears drop. Each one representing loved ones that I lost. So I'm here to put the HOOD on the map, R.I.P OSCAR GRANT. Representing PALMA CEIA PARK, WEST SIDE HAYWARD LIKE WHAAAT. That's the heart of the Bay. Growing up never knowing which way I would end my day. “Left on my own at 16 being told, we are moving. You can't go and you can't stay”. I didn't know what the fuck to say. But Now that I'm grown I've realized why legal guardians are so afraid. Of me , from the P.C Eventually that debt owed to me will have to get paid but to God not me. So I'll just stay out the way. For the goal after this life is meeting Yaw-Weh. So I'm always relaxing, always steady packing. Punk get out of line, and you know he'll get smacking. I'm trying to catch up so I don't get caught laggin. You can always hear me laughin, while the joint I'm always passin. For I'll always rebel against those who impose, always trying to pose for their selfie. Looking like a bunch of hoes. I tend to stay away from those. Cuz now and day's, Most can't hang with that I bang on mud dragging, Demons through Christ. I look to compromise in life. It's all about rolling the dice. Nothing in life is nice, without sacrifice. I don't even like pie but I still need a slice. Only true soldier I know was my wife. Piece of mind remembering how she fought by my side. Eventually that anguish will subside. For I can't afford her happiness. The price is too high. So I have make sure she finds someone who can provide that price, her being the prize. No hard feeling, no hurt pride. But if anyone hurts her, it's a missing persons report, I put that on my life. Just look into my eyes and you'll see I'm not lying. As I howl at the moon feeling like a great lion. For all that bull shit you selling, I ain't even buying. No one will tell truth if have something to lose. Always lying until facing death. They always start crying. Seeing the pain in they're face. When life escapes they're eyes. So I just close mine as to not witness demise. That will corrupt any mind. If you don't believe me look at mine, which was lost but now found putting lyrics to this this beast. Getting ready to fucking pounce. Yelling fuck them lies, let them drop like flies. Cuz I'm down for mines, and I'm down to ride, throwing up the West Side, representing Brown Pride. Which I learned Growing up watching OG's. Weighing pounds to Grams. But I've changed my ways because that's not real me. Just another version created by the neglect and prejudice of society. They wouldn't understand what resides from within me. Which will resurface once you threaten me. Only then they'll call that number trying to eradicate good ol CheEZe! Is this my fault! For I was just a baby no one really cared for. Now I've been declared 5150 X4. Arguing for 3 hours during a stand off with authorities. I am labeled an illegal, so the law apply's to me. So I live my life outside of it. The choice wasn't made by me. Because Confinement and oppression will always be met with rebellion and aggression. That will shock and awe leaving a long lasting impression. Death, Carnage, and Chaos long forgotten. Only reminiscent of my confession. Left with scars and pain which over time will heal and pain will lessen. Yet the memory of this cold world will become a life long teaching lesson! May we all rest in peace. By CBC