Callin all my soldiers...

Got C-Murder tapped into my ear and feelin every line of his lyrics... ha,ha... Soldiers stir'n, line'n up gettin ready to ride for a muhfugga... that shyts deep. Bring'n out big muscles and samurais... those masc'y (masculine) chracteristics that swarm inside. Makes me wanna step to a few fools, press my nose in they faces and just spit shit at 'em... rack they brains with some real, real shit... muhfuggas walkin around like zombies... not worried about how they affect the world... people close to them... not evein carin. Others ridin wit a purpose and keepin they peeps on the front line. Second place fools.. comin in first cause they supportin others. Second place fools missin out cause they supportin others... I need to be down for very few niccas... gatherin up my energy - exertion takes its toll... muhfuggas want you to ride for them, but won't do the same. This shit is whack!! Thats why I like to stay quiet. Observe these fools... keep my eyes wandering and my feet moving. Don't wanna raise my shoulders to high, cause sumpin may come from behind... nawwww, gotta be ready. Tired of havin to explain myself or folks assumin that I will because of who I am. Mmph... "Fuck them other niccas"... C-Murder said it best... ha,ha I'm a keep tipsy on my own thoughts. Shits just stirred up like a strong ass drank. Gulp! I'm out.