UNTiTL3D {!}

words are my weopons of choice, cuz i can do more hurt more and change more with my voice, i choose the positive as the way i wanna live, cuz my sacrafice my life for sum bull is what i aint ready to give, cuz im way to blesses, though at times im stressed, i know deep down thats whats best, my pen and paper is all i need for my success, cuz later on in life imma find out the rest, yea im dang near grown, just think another year and 1/2 and imma be on my own, got bills to pay, got money to be made, things to be seen and words to say, maybe i aint who u thought i was, but you gotta get ova it cuz, aint nothin gone change and if u try u'll prolly get ur feelings hurt, im tellin u now it aint gone work, i be who i choose, i aint got tyme to follow deez fools, life deeze days expire to fast, i cant be out here riskin my a--, butt dont get me wrong i feel like slapin somebody, specially when my world gets cloudy, and everybody around me is gettin rowdy,best believe theres nothin i'd rather be doin than bustin some heads, as if its a choice between bein alive vs bein dead, theres always them people in my face talkin behind my back, but i had to realize they had nothin better to do with their time and its just talkin smack, but its one way u can get em, take them words and make em eat em, and thats go out there live life and beat em, get yo show oprah montel or even dr. phil, as long as wateva u do u keep it real, dont forget where u came from and remember u can go back, cuz MONEY AINT EVERYTHANG ITS MUCH MORE DEN DAT!