Abortion Album Version E

I see you with your poems and your pens. But me, me, oh me, I got the world In my hands. I make it spin on finger, On a critical thinker. I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit Of a drinker. Yeah. I see you with your poems and your Pens. But me, me, see me, I got the World in my hands. I make it spin on my finger. I'm a critical thinker. I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit Of a drinker. I know your name, Yeah. Your name is unimportant. We in the belly of the beast. Yeah. And she thinking about abortion. Damn. I woke up this morning, dick rock hard. Ash my blunt in my Grammy award. You can save your bullshit on your memory card. If this real nigga business, then you niggas Unemployed. Jumped on the celly, Called Makaveli. He said he was ready, I said was jelly. Looked in the mirror, said, "You's a ill nigga." Then I ran to the money like track and Field nigga. Now I think I'll have me a Coffee with six sugars. In a world full of ass kissers and dick Pullers. I'm tryna walk a straight line, But the line crooked. I'm shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge Bullets. Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude. That hate is music to my ears, I got My dancing shoes. Sometimes we question shit that There is no answer to. But I just built a house on I don't Give a fuck avenue. I see you with your poems and your pens. But me, me, see me, I got the world In my hands. I make it spin on my Finger. I'm a critical thinker. I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit Of a drinker. I know your name, Yeah. Your name is unimportant. We in the belly of the beast. Yeah. And she think about abortion. Damn. Down on the ceiling looking up at the Bed. Life is a gamble, better check the point Spread. And when life sucks, I just enjoy the Head. I'm so sick of these niggas, I need meds. Smoking on a hallelujah, thank you Jesus. Help me focus on the future, and not the Previous. Double R, I'm a rebel, With a reason. Sometimes you gotta fight the devil, With a demon. Blood is in the streets, And it is up to my knees. Underground shit, I see myself as a seed. Living in the glass, and everybody's looking. But how can you get the picture, if you Don't know who took it? This current affairs, but who the hell cares? Everybody's fighting over position, Musical chairs. On the road to redemption, You gonna use a few spares. I'm just fucking ready, so I come prepared. Yeah, I know your name. Hey, yeah. Your name is unimportant. Listen. We in the belly of the beast. Yeah. And she thinking about abortion. Damn. And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in Air. Life is a rollercoaster, but still unfair. A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes. But since it is in disguise, we don't know That it's there. And I see you with your Poems and your pens. But me, me, see me, I got the world In my hands. I make it spin on my Finger. I'm a critical thinker. I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit Of a drinker. I know your name. That's your show