The Odds

When I was thirteen I was working at a game that couldn't be played by other kids of my age I grew and then aimed for the top No one could stop this master of attacking your senses Shooting insults to simple bitches Knocking out their defenses It was endless A priceless time that couldn't be spent with a credit card What I'm telling ya'll Is I could knock you out verbally without a set of arms In every seminar I matured with every word and action Got equipped, then flipped the map, then was asked to attach to the 187 So I sewed it up on to my hip So it could live like a murderous weapon Within it I grew to the best verbalist group That could murder your crew within point twenty-two hundredths of a second Now that's telling the truth I was eminent to every member to enter the group Like a sedative it grew to be an addiction Late at night we'd up and fight like a twelve o'clock prescription It was fiction, nobody took it serious We had fun, laughed, and even teared a bit When I was fifteen my style started slacking a bit Actually I was after the tits cause puberty set in My hormones couldn't handle the shit I was asked to defend Developed a habit and began running the thug life with my friends A chance to begin a new life again But fucked it up when I did drugs until my soul was dead My heads only hope was to grab the raft and hang afloat Till somebody showed up and would know in which direction I needed to go But I only held on for so long until I let it go Eighteen was crazy Never really knew what it made me But during that day in age something really changed me Imagine a whole world as a circle Surrounded by a box with a window I couldn't get through Stuck as I started looking in Harmless as my arm went crazy Taking notes on society in the making I couldn't erase these thoughts I would jot them down on paper Filling my brain matter until it tapered Then I would make sure I critiqued every possible statement Analyze my brainwaves and handed it in like an application To my soul where it told me I needed to put this shit on a CD Pressed and sold as the anger was releasing from spirit These lyrics were the dearest thing next to my girl I wouldn't trade her for the world But then again, I couldn't trade her for the world I would never have the option These rhymes are a part of my life And I could never drop them Now I was told I was mature for my age But f*ck that shit, I just learned from everyone else's mistakes I didn't try and change the game I played it to the best of my ways and conquered the fame I'm not a God and I'm not half of him It only takes an accident to realize your a blasphemist So now I surface to bigger and better things I got a life, a full life, ahead of me The personal shit that you use can be used f*ck it Just remember you got it coming when you're deep down and under Mother fuckers will use it against you Then you'll be crying under the god you put yourselves next to