I'm red your blue I'm blue your red
I ride the 5 I ride the 6 now they end up dead
B's up C's up get shot up stabbed and cut
Go to jail and then get raped in the but
But you’re a gangster right? You put your bandana on left or right
It's not right this is why I'm taking my time to wright
About how the Bloods and Crips war is dumber then the war in Iraq
Because even Game and Snoop Dogg got together and made a track
If you think this gang stuff is cool no it's whack
The Bloods and Crips are just a death trap
End up stuck in the streets selling some crack
Can't get a job because of an educational lack
When will this stop when will we get gang violence off my block
No more fighting over colors lets just stay on top

Now baby how long we been going out? Like 2 whole weeks
What’s wrong with you baby when you gone let me beat
I want to hit it now I don’t want to just speak
So what’s good baby take it off girl let me go deep
STOP! That’s what you can say to this creep
You don’t have to sit there and pretend to be a freak
If he can’t wait he is certainty not worth it
So imperfect tell that clown to go back to the circus
I say this on purpose think of how much he will hurt it
Once you loose your virginity you will never find it until infinity
No, your whole life should you make him wait your right
Never know he just might treat you like a one night
Stand never see you again or be your man
See you in the streets and treat you like a can

It's funny how they look at blacks then walk away without looking back
As if the stereotypes are a fact fried chicken got us fat
Damn why they got to treat my people like that
As if stupid is the only way we can act
But now there are so many doctors and nurses who are black
Still the cops think everyone of us has a gat
We are not mice so why are they trying to have us trapped
Us blacks need cheese so please why don't you cut the crap

Life is short and frail instead of Harvard and Yale
The only options for blacks are dead or in jail
Life is short and frail instead of Harvard and Yale
The only options for blacks are dead or in jail

Yo! When will this stop when can I walk on my block
Without someone getting shot or a head getting chopped

Ladies and Gentlemen this is the black struggle
This poem will explain every aspect of the black man’s hustle
We are in need of muscle it started with white cotton
Now it’s a white drug this black struggle is rotten
As the money is dropping and there are rising bills
Just got laid off and now the black needs to sell crills
The cops don’t care how he feels they want the black in jail
But this black needs the money so he goes out to sell
He doesn’t want to fail so he sells his dimes and nicks
Struggling blacks buy them so they can get their fix
Now the black needed chips so he walked to the store
He can only buy one wishing he can buy more
Instead he bought four packs pf pampers for the baby
She is growing up fast and driving the mother crazy

People listen what ever’s missing I got the fixing
Spitting crack switching lyrically flipping
Tripping writing until my heart’s blood is dripping
Rap and poetry is the addiction anti-drugs of a Christian
The flows I’m kicking many poets bitting they are forgiven
Therefore the poems I wrote all May are forever hidden
For June I’ll keep ripping save what’s written never slipping
Flow is so damn sick Doctors can’t find a prescription
Every metaphor I ever said was non-fiction
If I leave for a long time again I’m who every body missing
Feel the whole deal I choose to unseal to reveal
Verbal steal to the heal all kings will neal I’m real
Fast thinker speed thought make a pig wanna squeal
Listen babe I’m in the city New York you know the deal

Bombs I write is C4 silent noises full of war
Wrestlers fight like the way I write it's so hard core
Check my profile poetry is so wild what a style
What a profile what a style what a profile what a style
Yes I said it twice I do it nice to new heights
Some nights I preform poetry on mics
This isn’t a poem this is a time bomb
What’s the right wire the cut green blue black or red
Pick the right color or else every body is dead
tick tok tick tock you heard what I said
I see trees the sky it’s night time look a stop sign
This is C4 disarm it before it pop minds
5 seconds left think about your color chosen
Your cutting the wire and ever thing is frozen
2 seconds left now all eyes are closing
Now if you didn’t choose green get ready for the explosion

Listen to me I a wisdom spreading the message to grown ups and children
Mentality philosophy sycologicoly educationaly given
My brains spinning working 7 days a week thinking
My thoughts are high beonyed the sky it's like an angel blinking
Thoughts of determination I will spread knowledge to the nation
So all that negative in the world I am replacing
With lyrical penatration only spoken by a consealer
I can never be the same never follow I'm a leader
This world is going down if I keep this to myself
I would die a 1000 deaths to help everyone else
This life is so amazing while hell's fire keeps blazing
Billionars keep getting money and prices are still raising
Homeless people craving 3 pennies they are saving

She is so sneaky so quiet it is freaky
Her mind is awake but her heart is sleepy
Her style is creepy eating my soul with her eyes
Blank face expression no happiness no surprise
She baths in hell burns in water dries in pain
To see someone suffer is her 15 seconds of fame
She smiles as I cry and she drinks my tears
Provoking my anger expressing my fears
This woman eats angels for lunch and snacks
Bights the wings off the backs just to relax
Smelling the brim stone from her perfume
As soon as it hits my nose I smell my doom
I feel stakes through my heart her style just kills
While she doesn’t return to my love my blood spills
I am melting away now my heart is chewed
She eats me because I am sweet as devil food

Kill Money it will be the cause of our death
We need to Kill Money how can we pay for our breathe
So Kill Money why should we buy our freedom
It is free we need Kill Money with a machine gun
It ain’t funny take fire to Kill Money
Dead presidents want to kill us we pay blood money
Kill Money because a dollar bill has the eye of Satin
Right now Kill Money this whole country is fantan
If we don’t Kill Money it will kill the U.S.A.
The great depression will just blow us away
How to Kill Money we must delete the price
Take the greed out of your heart and change our life
Kill Money Kill Money written on a $100 bill
Do it now Kill Money because it’s meant to kill
People we are killing for money so Kill Money
Set money on fire every bill Kill Money

Love kills gives chills starts off a good taste
Then after you digest you wanna punch drunk love in the face
When you drink the truth comes out
Take a drink my love lets hear the truth come out
OK to be honest some times I cry at night
Because I hear bad advice since you can't do a thing right
That's what people say but I don't listen to what people say
I do what my heart would say my mind is afraid to hear what my heart would say
The last thing it said is I feel like dirt
I bring up things you did in the past because I'm still hurt
Damn I need that long island ice tea the police took from me
So I can drink and punch drunk love in the face
You need to open your pretty eyes and see who right here for you
Who is still here for you always stay real for you