My Cross

I'll carry my cross
And bust till the mic rust
Suited with a tie, Mike Ross
Ain't too many like us
Matter fact ain't too many likers
We got.so many haters these days
...My God...

Lemme own up
The fan base hasn't grown much
But thank God for the love
I pray i show up before its hate8
Like a school run
Rap's new don is whose come
The new old dirty bastard
With a clean slate and a new gum
Shit's officially a stick up
Isnt he great?
Wave heat till there's heat wave
Be cool... am just tryna get me paid
No one wants to stay poor
Mama got knee scrapes
Praying to God that he grant this...
Bandit a little bandwith
Seeing with the eye of the storm
And thats the eye of the poor
U see the world spinning
But u not winning
The wheel of fortune seems rigged
But whats a world of riches
If u're poor in spirit
Thats why u buying and pouring spirit
On all these bitches
Master of ceremony
But he slave to the money
And now its taken from him

Bust till the mic rust
Suited with a tie, Mike Ross
Ain't too many like us
Matter fact ain't too many likers
We got.so many haters these days
...My God...
I'll carry my cross...
Huh huh...
Ain't too many like us... ok

Now am broke
And the sole of my feet be
Worn out
I knw u noticed
Cause u beneath me
Am getting poor
Thats why u can't reach me
Number always busy
Coz am busy the numbers
Tryna count my losses
Move on no matter
What the cost is
Nobody caused this...
I'll carry my Cross bitch
To da darkness
Until my carcass is found
On the canvass
A walk in my shoe can't last
Stand fast and when it all falls
U'll stand last
Words from my grandad
Tryna make my dad grand
Tryna make my mom smile
She know that her son wild
But there was innocence at the genesis
Soon it will all make sense
Wen we are made men
And u will see that u made men
Amen to that statement
Deep beneath we all are cave men
Thats why we get stones
For our grave mehn
Knw wat am saying?

I'll carry my cross and bust till the mic rust
Suited with a tie, Mike Ross
Ain't too many like us
Matter fact ain't too many likers
We got.so many haters these days
...My God...
I'll carry my cross
Suited with a tie, Mike Ross
Ain't too many like huh...

Spending time making money
For the money spending time
Honeys and the dimes
Calling like a hundred times
Asking for something
Like all the fuckin time
But wen its fucking time
They asking must u fuck
All the fuxking time
But wat the fuck is time
Wen I'm rhyming
This shit is timeless
Tell the devil
That am looking forward
He should get behind me
Then he connives with the woman
Thats behind me
Tryna rewind me... slimey
But why me?
I'm just I a JK always with an L
Tryna cast a spell on the youth
With stories that i tell
I dont understand
Why they hoping that i fail
Knowing well that am deep
Am just another creep in the city
Pissed at the way shit is
I can't overtake u
Cos am always on coda
So i staged a takeover
And now its all over

I'll carry my cross and bust till tha...