LIFE THROUGH MY BLOODSHOT EYES

Life through my bloodshot eyes,

would scare a square 2 death,

poverty, murder, violence,

and never a moment 2 rest,

Fun and games R few,

but treasured like gold 2 me,

cuz I realize that i must return,

2 my spot in poverty,

But mock my words when I say,

my  heart will not exist,

unless my destiny comes through,

and puts an end 2 all of this.

2PAC