Pass The Message

Cauz homie I,

know you fucked up, know that you try,

know that you would die for a contract,

but luke you got that,

and im wit chu

fuck rap,

money over love,

yeah fuck that,

this is not a diss song,

i dont have time for that,

this is asking what went wrong , aint no going back,

we each got a book full of faces,

and used the wrong wrong words,

truth is

your signed

and im not,

i rhymed

but your hot, its true

yeah we got beef, but its withen a crew

the public never knew

cauz when its in the crew

it stays in the true

cauz its only crew

went runnin into a mirror

i hope that made you see things clearer

cauz thats a wise man, speaks with years

i aint smoking dro, i see those tears

through tears you loose your peers

but i aint shed one,

it was you with the gun,

you was close,

but the first F in fame is funds

but the first name i got was fun

then i had to live,

but i dont have kids

so then i had to give,

and i gave,

you didnt know it, but you made me a slave,

took my money and my tracks im like dam,

imma have to dig you a grave,

but life was a maze, is the haze

i couldnt see the light,

but homie now i might,

i only fight for flight

you got my address how about you write,

cauz dood that beef is dead,

Eric Write