Dead Music

[Verse 1] Crashed on this planet with nothing left but half of me Ain't got no water I'm thirsty starving and actually I need it bad, so I'm always fixing my master piece I feel like Master P., Percy without the lightning thief Verses I write ignite the pen I'm so enlightening I might invite her friend To my House with no Vicodin Give a ounce of your love, these days it just so frightening These dudes ain't Jesus how the fuck they give you life again? Interolent, to views you use your knowledge in Grab a skinny model give her juice and hope she swallowing Always speak my mind, never keep too much shit bottled in They tell me I can't speak unless I got a million following Me But that dishonesty ceases, to amaze me Maybe, if they paid me, I could be the next Jay-Z Maybe I'm talking crazy We give 'em violets, they say they only like daises So we get violent, and riot, then we get tired But it's too late for change, in fact, the bodies pile up In fact the body count is bout a bomb on Hiroshima, Nagasaki Maybe lower, but the cops is not an option You get shot they never show up Never blow up with this rapping shit Back to packs on 95th College not an option Mom say "boy you won't amount to shit" No lackin was the motto even if it's not you meet the clip Bleed to death, Didn't see it, plead the fifth I'm not a snitch