the ends justified the means

[written soul]

with every turn. it never fails for this world to weigh me down.
pressed forever like mah back against the walls.... bound.
these housin blocks mah spirits set to never lift from.
seems like death is the only thing that could ever ease one.
and of all the devils pie...
hes never offered out the peice son.
and true gods there to fear. but he never interferres son.
countless times his earths spun and still hes never tried to reach one.
in any simple attempt to better things.
so i put paws on barretas the only tool that ever seems to bring.
the pressures to levels bearable enuff to handle.
so i eat off the devils pie and put barrels to peoples mandibles.
runnin manips to whoevers on tha avenue.
thats hood dreams taking air.
so ima pilot em and see if i could land a few.
i call it how i see it...
and i dont give fuck on how it sounds to you.
a gully kid. with grime is how i ease mines.
i aint got the time. to get all between the lines.
so why go and get chasing dreams thatll never give son.
this world stops for none.
and after all its the cream that makes it spin son
in life its all about the dollar.
from educated hands to street scholars.
diffrence is, as is; the same for many others.
for me, theres only one way to call em.
thru robbery. yesssir the quickest way to haul em.
and yes im rockwilder with it....
khakied all black....ima get it how i live it.
writtensoul...