[Mr. Skull]

The Talent said my style of writing would hurt cause I don't break up bars in topicals


You are homeless and desperate for food and shelter, tell a story...


My life has turned in to nothing...
...Hustlin' for nothing but the strife I earned
Has me rushin' to run up on something
Cause of gambling debts, I'm rambling next
To garbage cans hoping to find random sets
Of quarters, I used to be...
A big person to say the least..
But lack of things to eat took away the meat
Over mylimbs, I'm fraile...
All I have to live for is a box and paper bag
The paper has...
To be burned in the winter to save my ass
2 jeans, one shirt, and craving cash
...To keep my waiting... lash out
...I'm sick of it...

...maybe it's make sense of my bitterness
...As a little kid I was rich in a literal sense
On some biblical shit, pops was a minister
Into the bible and...
...Sinners don't get remembered cause
The sinister, things we did has fucked
Up our gate to heaven...
...We're stuck on earth as prisoners
I guess this is what I get for the, frickin drugs
Just one snort for me
...Is enough
Pride is injured cause, people try to send they love
By pennies and simple stuff
I cherish it, cause it is too tough
To ball in fact
..Even get a job..
..I have no residence they can all me at
Lie and give em faulty facts, alls intact
On me physically, as long as my skull's attached
One arm won't help me do anything
This city brings misery..
...To men with many dreams
They serve rocks to us itchy fiends
Kitchen things... baking soda
...Wishin what I live is dreams!
But when I wake up, I'm in the same spot
...I can't stop the habit
Or clean my face up
Hard to hold my face up, and play tough
...When the government trynna erase us

Got little kids around assaulting me
...I'ma grown man, no food... what can you offer me??