Hip-Hop.Ru - My true.

Heh , its funny , way back i forgot about the rest ,

Even now i cant do full sigh by my chest, i ve began to make my own money,

My parents are drunkards , and i say it not for rhymey

Ye , they were silent , and could ensure my desires

Sometimes when i cursed with them i wanted to kill them , damn

When they were unjust , they always reminded me about my dependence ,

And once i decided to dispose of this vassalage , they ve lost my love

Father said "Fuck you ,ungrateful " , i said "Fuck you too , i am fed , its enough"

Lines are inadequate , for all my thoughts ,damn, i was good in maths,

With my friend we began to break law , I dreamt to run ,

to have my own home , never hear this grinding boozy howl ,

Only i had , was role model , for imitation ,

It was american gangsta , thereat i didnt see borders ,

Thieving , sellin , robbin , again thievin ,

I understood , previous life was boring , it was nothing

Then we got our little quarter , little tv , little tape recorder

As i said i forgot about rest , but it was well ,

I ve got self sufficiency , this life moment was best ,

But it ended , this bitch betrayed me , he sold me to police,

I ve hardly extricated , but i ve made it , and i found him ,

And gave back him , i havent kill him , but dont think im not competent,

I was brokin his face , brokin his bones , by small doses ,

Later , i had known , this bitch sold all we had ,ALL,

I ve began new life again , returned to parents , nobody cure themselves,

Beer is all they need ,so they made appearance like nothin happened .

Now i live in their flat and dont note them ,studiyng and rapping for my soul,

I didnt left my grimey businesses , stealing , selling someway ,

lookin for way to run away .