Just walkin home from the kwik-e-mart on the city block
City got soul but i feel exhausted always keep an eye out scared of getting shot
Living off food stamps shitty pop city cops always stop whatchu doin here white boy
Looking for drugs
Nah im really not
Actually i live here 
Believe it or not
Yo

Where the fuck am i at
Type of life have i had
Every time i write raps
Like a suicide pact
Suicide to chill beats
You will never feel me
You will never feel the 
Filthiness that fills me
You will never stop me 
You will have to kill me
Good luck man
I been tryin since fifteen
Two grams of dope in my arm
And i still be 
Woke in this motherfucker
Like i never been sleep
Feel like an asshole
Never meant to hassle
Harm or harass you
I just never sat still
I just need distractions
Adderall capsules 
Back of the class 
Passin notes to the bad girls
Girls didnt like me
I was too frightening
Always spittin razors
Tryna make the mic bleed
Give enough time
Everyone will find excuses
To leave you to stew
In your fucked up juices
Truth is useless
Dirt i prefer lies
Really wordwise im the worst of em worldwide
Im an insecure guy never been sure why
Im here but fuck it might as well make it worthwhile
Rap by the shitload Rhymes by the turdpile 
anything that’ll make her smile
Versatile 
I could do anything got a million verse styles
Come and get your homework child

Im just walking home from the kwik e mart
Im just walking home 
Im just walking home
Im just walking home from the kwik e mart
Im just walking home
Im just walking home

max g