When Ya See Me

Fresh out the trap with an ounce stashed in my black socks

Different amounts for me to count all came from crack rocks

Don't cross the street full of blood that's where your flag stops

Incoming bloods from different angles feel our oblique shocks

I got sailer in me from heart to soul and mind

Thrown off into the shore for being to opined

All that surround me is fears and a few beliefs

I been touching on everything but some catholic priests

Thief's who taught me misbeliefs and increased

My chances on meeting police

Slept in the dark for some weeks

But the streets still gotta eat