TALKING TO THE MIC, Pt. 1

You won't understand that shit I had to give to this
I gave the game my heart I spit the realest shit
I gave the game my heart so they can feel this shit
And for the gang I play my part I'm still the realest nigga
Still stand on everything I've said I'm still the realest with it
And I ain't never write a rhyme on shit i wasn't living
And I ain't worried no nigga that ain't none business
I'm too busy getting money they just want attention
You won't catch me round no goofies cause they do the the most
And we ain't have no graduations we had funerals
I seen an addict suck that dope right off his cubicle
When I saw my step pops off that needle thought I seen a ghost
And I still love that nigga even tho he ain't here no more
When I finally told my moms I know that she was broken
Numbin the shit we seen with all the weed we tokin'
When I be in my feelings I be feeling hopeless
And so much drugs I need a detox
When she give me head sound like she beat boxing
We ain't have no nike we had reeboks
We ain't have no tommy we had fila

I just like talking to the mic you know
This shit therapeutic
Growing up I ain't never have nobody to talk to
Had to deal with this shit myself you know