I seen the error in your ways

I can never correct the way

You wrote your life

And how you word your actions

You never looked them over twice

You just jot 'em down and

Wouldn't give 'em any thought

Over paper you crossed a line

Wasn't pretty smart

Your whole attitude was way past the margin

Trying to pass in the eyes of niggas who had no class

Skipping on school and

That experience was teaching

'Til they trapped behind bars

Looking serious when thinking

Trying to pinpoint where they went wrong

Reciting the same old song

It seems like you writing just like him

And you feeling like an artist drawing blanks

Within my brain waves

To put it in black and white

We wasn't on the same page

Wish I could have steered your hands

In the right direction

But you went out like the darkest ink

Writing in light complexion

Still I could adjust the actions

That you've given me to read

But my life holds literature

That's not easily agreed

This is my life

Whether right or wrong

Both feet trailing ink moving right along

I'm trying to live it like a lyric

That ignite a song

You live your life on the line

I just keep writing on

Sing it

Sing it

Sing it

Sing it

If you step on any writer's block

You may end up behind enemy lines

Niggas got rap sheets long as my trinity rhyme

Done a sling lead with your name on it

It was written

Dropping hooks 'til the cocaine on us

To give 'em rhythm

Some drink and smoke

A mind full of blackness makes a bold face

But a past written too dark to erase still hold trace

And stays there like

Our graffiti on them liquor stores

Yosam blasts name tag

In the upper left corner

Police they got these blocks down to a letter

But guns that help you bare

Your soul like sitting down to a letter

Elders in this world is predominately white

And it interests me that they never left

The hood like they black as parentheses

John Hancock's a weapon

Be careful as he's printed

Because he can push your wig

Back like a paragraph's indented