nada

i dun lost everything close 2 me
and as far as hoes to me
not a single one who could know who i be
im a fuked up dude with a heart made of cancer
my best friend in the world gone, and answers?
no where to be visioned
its like im imprisoned
in a cage i made of my own goals and ambitions
so i sit alone at night, tryin to build my way out
incorporating companies copyrighting lyrics out my mouth
but what the point and my light in the tunnel
nothing left to enjoy but fights and habits i juggle
i sit in the rubble of the empire i tried to build
but after brother left the planet im solo with the skills
so the burden to build it on my lonely crushes my backbone
but i promised my homie i would make spenjax known
not a dam soul cares, its like we 2 nomadic arctic dwellers
his body aint here, but he watchin me thru my endevors
i cant ever be happy, filled with joy or at least content
my hands on the mackie

FUCK IT
i dont give a god dam
FUCK ALL YALL

fuck the world
ill scream it from the rooftops
teardrops from breakdancing or painful thoughts
i only cried a few times the past 20 years
when i sold my boy dope
my moms stroke
n when spen disappeared

no emotion left in me
i guess my heart colored black n ruff
i might as well get cancer
my mantra
i dont give a fuck

if i pass who will attend my wake
i know a good few will show the face
but most be fake
will anyone take my music and carry on my lifes mission
or will my passion die in a desolate room with to fruition
if i pass will anyone make spen famous
im doubtful and the thoughts make me feel dangerous
FUCK U ALL
IM NEVER WRONG -SPEN
IM ALWAYS RIGHT - C.B.