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Originally Posted by Kerrtastic
Im sick and tired of all the homies goin and judging me
What, did your mom tell you run that mouth til you gotta flee?
You talk smack, all up in my face, so I turn on my G
Whimperin like a puppy, runnin like a cat, now you see.
Yo im a skinny white boy, they call me Kerr
I don’t look like a fighter when you see me at first
Don’t talk smack, don’t talk back, that’s what they say
I do what I want, so back off, mkay?
Now I aint judge by color, sex, or age
Im 14, a saltine, ready to get out that cage
So I see a red brown yellow I don’t care
So long as you don’t judge me with my beat and my snare
Yeah you think your real tough grabbing a**** on the street?
Think you look tight just cause you wear Dre's Beats?
Ill tell you what, show me up, then ill give you respect
Until then you can go home and write a few more bad checks, b****
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Just a test run, let me know what you think.
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What, you're fourteen, and you think you know
what you mean? Life is too real to be wasted on teens
Life is legit; why you got it so hard?
There's no poker, but you're slinging cards
Down like you know
Things're legit for sure
But nothing's legit 'til you realize regret
And you think you understand
Think you're the man
But it's hard, it's not easy bro
**** gets so sleazy bro
I want to help you, man
But words fly to Pakistan
Where they need help, they receive help
And you're straight up needing ****, bro help
Pow for power; every hour on the hour
OR your **** gets sour
With this flow devoured
Wanna rhyme, double-time
But you got trippin' so divine, got me
Runnin' for cover
Hidin' myself; gotta find some other
Way to express my words and my rhymes
That seamlessly connect and entwine in my essence...