if the shoe fits…

"ah solo thinker…
accompanied by
killas & money getta’s,
the “real” type
is what they say,
but what is real life?
feens knocking
left and right,
day & nite 
the stoner 
ponders..
going from poor to stardom,
the tokes of mary jane
cursin’ thru my mental,
henny in my veins
keep the xanz in the cut,
the mixture of a young niggas venom..
bitches strippin
actin different,
dippin in the vacant
collecting all the daily profits,
boy stop it
i see you
jockin my steez as i breathe,
thc memories
from the spliff of 2093,
for the bud
they show love,
shorty extra polite now
ever since a god laid tha pipe down
she down to earth
for free reefa
suddenly how things change
heart cold
but my ambition 
spark that fire
i go back and wonder
all the trouble i done been into
all the fussing i did with you
a young man 
going out of his mental to be wit you,
she’s been mislead
cant judge a book i misread,
seconds later….
things went from trying something new
to panties by my bed
every guys question…
do shorty give head?

…dont get mislead..” -C$’z

a piece from CRE8… still writing but thought i’d share.