Scribbled Lines

Yeah ruling the muthafucking underground
You already know
It's that vato with the clown tats on the face
"Ese 40'z"
And right about now I'm bout to drop some of that gangsta shit
Some of that hood shit for your mind
You already know
Some of that shit that I pull out of my book of "Scribbled Lines"

Now come and take a trip into my world of scribbled lines
It works more or less nodding out until I climb
On to another plane I gotta get fuck out
Of all these thoughts up in my brain yelling mutha fuck doubt
I come from the place that's in the dark my shattered dreams
Bitter taste up in my heart that tear apart and scatter fiends
Through the blocks
Oh yes I'm the forty ounce you know
Tell um all to never stop we never drop until we go
Take it to the other side I felt the rage when I was younger
Fueling drugs and alcohol I'd take um down and then I wonder
How do I live? And how do I do it?
I wanna smoke it all and snort it all record and shoot it
So can you fuck with this? So can you relate?
Chase a little piece of bliss into the night when I'm awake
Drag me to the underground I'm hoping that I hit the bottom
Then the only way is up into these lyrics now I got um

Now come and take a trip into my land of no peace
Stress with no rest tweekers up and down the streets
I seen it all before is just the way I used to think
But in my life that ain't no more I go and take another drink

To rise above the madness is a dream that I once had
Rise above up out the madness through the music I'm uh grab
Back a little piece of sanity a peace to set me free
Up in my life it's all insanity release thee inner "G"
Through uh flow uh faucet I grab a beat and toss it
In with all the lyrical my spirit throw I'm bringing raw shit
One for the gutter and one for the slums
And spitting one for the ghetto poverty I'm sticking guns
Through the mic I write a vocal master piece
And then record it in the night where there's no light I'm after peace
For my mind I write about my life and let um go
Writing bout my life and spitting lyrics is all I wanna know
Because the rest got me stuck chained up and shackled down
I never really gave a fuck I'll take you back to "Tiny Town"
In the trenches with the homies lots of guns and throwing signs
Reminiscing like you know me through a page of scribbled lines

Now come and take a trip into my world of scribbled lines
It works more or less nodding out until I climb
On to another plane I gotta get fuck out
Of all these thoughts up in my brain yelling mutha fuck doubt

I never thought these scribbled lines would take my life into the next
Opportunity to free my mind and drop one in "New Mex"
Or Nevada or in Cali or in Texas or the rest
I'm dropping vocals in the valley where the vultures ripping flesh
I got the muthafucking fever sickened mind this triple digits
In the streets I rep Artesia dumping heat is how we live it
Duck the laws and on the run so fuck the world it's all for fun
Up on the walls we spray a ton graffiti paint the number one
Hood I'm repping with the homies "Nasty Gang" is what we yelling
I'm a sinner I'm a villain criminal a fucking felon
This is me up in the realest I'm uh tell it like it is
Never candy coat the illness in my mental where it lives
You wanna know my fucking life just take a listen to my rhymes
Gang related drug related on the mic is where I shine
Out the mix I mix it up and throw it deep into the spiral
Scribbled lines inside my mind another method for survival