Venting

God will be my witness

I became a victim

The moment that I let you in, I thought that it was instant

Never thought that you was just a trick up in the system

Now I’m getting wicked, my mentality is vicious

When I’m writing I just spill it, every sentence is a feeling

I spit it cause the prisons want me down as a statistic

The only stat that I’ll be on is who became the sickest

Climbing through the window leave it open like a wicket

Cause Im with the homies, and you know we gotta get it

Know we got a kick it, All the flows I spit acidic