signs in life

, there are lots of signs in life, some that you may not like, you could be living this minute, the next minute your gone away, so hold up your heads my brothers, and be concious my sisters, and by the worse you will get paid, true, you can move food on the streets, did a bit of that got bored of that, didnt move the brown or da crack, use to pick up for the facts, i could make more back by breaking down to scores n that, stack to buy out the stores n that, didn't give a shit about laws or that, but i did give a shit about getting locked up, or get boxed up, sentenced you'll get about 4 for that, crap, you aint so rich now, i bet you feel like a prick now, coz where's all your fancy shit now, where's your whips, chicks and your bits now, shit, you should have fixed up, fuck drugs, the mic you should have picked up, and it was all for the big bucks, now you're sitting in a cell doing sit ups, blood i told you this shit's fucked, the ghetto lifestyle's too much, if i bust, be proud of me, but you can't take it out of me, so im a bit stuck, but, i got too much to lose now, love my life, and i don't wanna lose out, im still about, im home sweet home, in the ends, like i don't wanna move out, im too proud, look, you can do moves on the street, id rather spit bars on the beat, id rather that than nick cars every week, but jack is when i split scars with the heat, so im solo like the guitars and the beat, but this rhyming shit is for me, i live this, drink this, eat this, shit this, and i've even writ bars in my sleep, but i aint on hype, i've had enough phase, ghetto's probably inside, hope he bust k's, that undergrounds like roll this, a tough race, you can be living this minute, then gone again like mum you was right, and i was wrong again, but im strong again, still moved on again, ten more minutes and i writ another song again, if i can do it, you can im a true fan, up and coming mc's big up you man, the doors open but i aint through man, im'a ball through like a cue dan, watch me, aint gonna let no-one stop me, uk im gonna break you properly, and if you aint gonna watch me do that, move back, who's that? k-a. i knew that, and i know its not easy, and i know what you're feeling, just believe me, i fear my safety, i fear im bait, but i cant put my skills to waste, because if you're living by the gun you surely will get blazed, i still gon' blaze, refuse to smoke my life away, refuse to die before i try then put the mic away, this life of k, is just one big hype for praise, right, night, record then start to write okay, but im just saying, back on hype of kane, but only im to blame, today i saw the signs that came, and it's got a good look, but that's life they say, crime pays, and ill stop crime whenever this grime decides to pay, but grime aint making me mill's, so im picking up a 9 today, and spittin' aint getting me deals, but this shits just getting real,