B. 9

Domestic Opposition Loves Liquor And Running Society's.. That's what ya get when dealing with anxiety, the cold hard truth, ain't no other side you see.. Get got it, the boys in the hood been down, no doubt about it, some cats pledge and others do it all.. Sell crack to heads and mothers off the wall, some push kush go getters hit the mall.. Kick door folk, once upon a tale so tall, E-Notes the dope game, gun-it one over all.. And you wonder, where's the opportunity for the broken one who falls, a victim of the streets, hell fvck that nah'.. You call it ghetto, I call it breathin' the meadow, this one goes for ya'll.. Don't look down too long, you wouldn't know 'tearin' a new one' from a fvckin' 'asshole'.. If it wasn't for such an such, I wouldn't be where I am right now, fvck what you swerve, take a sip of respect, and forget that I am..

"Or did the ones with the good sense not use it?" T.I.P.

Read it wrong and you get the wrong idea. K.C.H.