Current mood: crazy
it all inside
and clean give numbness
it joux synapse
dopemine beauty and blunduhs
i creeped thru the trap
fo seven eight summers
n then i seen jail
the truth in numbers
i got rushed in
so im among dis
team from parkhill
whom i run with
and i fought back
was kinda redundant
but respect came back
cuz i swung fist
n when addiction crept
i just plumet
but those who taught me game
beat me for dumbshit
.....enough poetry
flow official........
and the pain in my brain
frustrain voice i hear
and u cant compensate for
all my lost years
or all my lost peers
lockd in for many
so drops a monotear
n it falls in a petty
pile upon dis mirror
moistens dat clean
so i gotta hit da stash box
before i hit da fiends
but what i do wrong
devil work i ruin lives
so when i sing da song
throat infested with hives
still i thrive / wit pac soul i ride
pray standin , so god see souljah inside
seen horrible things/ me finna rip out mah eyes
after dat, felt demon on back, claws in my side
all dat fo evil cash
it be devil nite
then i got a rash
6 inch above thigh
right where i felt da demons claws
"Chas?",
"front me another bag,".
fiend does his thing off reflective glass
seen wraith vision of me back in da past
but ME
i known 2 stab
n ME
im known to mash
n ME
i pass, surpass, the grasp, of tings like crak
mikingbing
i got dat
i had dat , in many a situation
dam near a decade of contraband n litigation
pitchin, waitin, patiently ..... for dem investors
call for a distribution deal, not from bill collectors
or collection agencies, recolect remember
hazy deez commitments tracks not rendered
the steady clockin chasin me
never see me base'in c
i only blaze da tree
no devil dick fo me
C got addictive tendencies
money drugs n hennesey
dwellin on my memories
my boy in the streets
my girl act like my enemy
my lady on the side wakin up at 3:03
deth threat from my x, sayin dont be wit charli B
why do i ramble
cuz im drunk and flow fo weeks
asa say da songs lack content and consistency
his angle
best thing i heard since
ill give u knoggin jus blow ur weed
wyle u manhandle me
CeeBee tired of hearin "i luv da trak, ur the best emcee"
they always finna pull dick, they doeknow ceebeebeezie
been drunk typin fo 22 minutes and im high
recalect the beauty of numburs speaks to the beauty outside
been krunk, up, down, low, i clept it all inside
cuz theres an individual numbness, among us it reside
when im standin at ur side/ know no non-fiction
since college all deez ignant rappuhs fukd my diction
so u might think im fakin like i be from da hood, wardie
naw, i just chilled there in the cut, sellin dp upto fordie
headfirst in the trap at one foe years
twenty duece 2 fo fo untraceable but clear
regs double up/ life cruise control/ game steers
6 grand in product visualize fears
but enough bout dat
it all inside actually
my addiction to the game
is inbeded in personality
caine, pain, dopemeng, and brutality
thangs bang in dopegame, cause calamity
but truth in numbers, n numbers follow g code
on bikes be da runners n mademen in da peephole
why i ramble
why 50 pairs of chancletas
why so many sandals
every color, silver soon in breast, ah
mine-dwellin scallywag
every girl i been wit
want money or pelly-bags
thats a sin bitch
C-murdah at charthouse, muslim said
women be evil, inherently, just want ur bread
or power, words of allah
str8 outta koran
son of sam or son of uncle sam
what the fuk that mean
tangent off topic
rambling again like a bible prophet
40seven minutes typin
aint said not a nan nudduh ting
what wrong with charli bud-DUH!, c dot pudo, Charli Bing
