From the realer

Yo drinkin a Offley or a beer
writing rhymes, whatever I shin under the Sun or under the Moonligth...
Ya mama, this street figth don't make wanna shed a tear.
I just wanna be interpretate like William Shakspeare.
It's cold in the street without dressin cotton or CASHmere.
Real shet from the street, the nheighborood where I never live,
like 2Pac in this life I lead.
Now...
my jewelz got wreckless
and may be that it was about all my stupid negligence.
I got a lot of fans...
also the all investigators and cops in my back..
Tell Me, please who protect us.
I smoke a lot of cigarettes.
No more stress.
Drugs, sex and Gangster Rap...
YO


Gangsta Sbra Miguel