Vicegrip

I used to stay bitter and MAD AT MY MOMMA\\ So i looked for my spirit through MARHIJUANA\\ It was a question of soul not if i WANNA\\ But i decided to live and to change MY KARMA\\ Never get high on the erb so i LAY LOW\\ Pain is the way and the name of the GAME YO\\ -im the lip and the spit and an A HOLE\\ Fresh out of death yo but still im the SAME OLD\\ Never gave a damn, bout anything at ALL\\ Not even when im FACE UP TO A WALL\\ People tend to talk, so i NEVER GET INVOLVED\\ My friends are the book and the PEN INSIDE MY PALM\\ I know its STRICTLY MENTAL\\ I try to KEEP IT SIMPLE\\ Not mention SHIT IM INTO\\ Not feeding BITCHES INFO\\ You might see me as a victim as im actin SPEECHLESS\\ Im just observin the world and not showin any WEAKNESS\\ But my demons they are taunting, and they make me SLEEP LESS\\ But that is just one of my many many SECRETS\\ Yeah! you probably think that you have figured me out\\ -mind of the assassin, let you linger in doubt\\ I smell their fear yo, and their IMAGE IS LOUD\\ Cuz a barking dog will never bite, im bringing you down\\