Misery Lights

Kings lose crowns, no reign lasts forever This little endeavor is no attempt to be clever Just another little ditty from a kid from the city Grew up in hard times but don't need your pity Straight hustler from birth spent my days on the block Spent my nights on the corner slinging weed and rock Non-stop the money was addictive Looking for any shorty to let me come and hit it Hand-to-hand combat was the way of the land If you never shot a fair one you won't understand Had a kid at 16 Wasn't part of the plan Left school, went to work, try to be a good man I'm still working on it Let me know what you think This was my Uncle writing rhymes from the mind like he was pouring a drink I was sired by the sword like I'm Link Ganon slamming, N.I.L. like O'Bannon, homie, we on the brink