When spoken of <br />in mixed <br />languages <br />my words <br />leave broken bodies <br />no bandages <br />I dont care about <br />being great <br />or what the standard is <br />I put pen to paper <br />cause the spirit <br />moves me <br />bin a stark <br />ravin mad lunatic <br />since I was 3 <br />didnt ask <br />for the image <br />I was born an O.G. <br />with one foot <br />in hell I tried <br />to jump into heaven <br />but the streets <br />held me in place <br />at a year after 7 <br />they put a blunt <br />in my left hand <br />and in my right a weapon <br />if I knew then <br />what i know now <br />i woulda stayed str8 <br />some call it environment <br />some call it choice <br />but it was my mistake <br />either way i was destined <br />for something else <br />I will change my fate<br /><br />GodBody O.G<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/see-o-g-2/
