More of a Song

More Of A Song Never should you say you know how I feel My life was brutal, way to real You pretend you know my pain But it’s just the fame you want to gain How many times you get a gun in your face That was just my way, my every day pace My everyday would be your trauma It was normal to me, just daily drama I had all that I wanted, it was amazin I threw it all away, to busy trail blazin I hear people whine about how bad it was It makes me really sick, only because You have no clue what hell means I was rippin all the way from the Bronx to queens Playin with the big dogs, had myself quite the name Stealin from everyone, playin one hell of a game Way to many wanna be homey gees Pull your pants up, there saggin below your knees Please, you don’t even know what it means