too late for the game, exerpts
 

my head in braids designed by caprice the barber
now and then, caprice in my jargon, flow of my speech is lava
who on earth pawned they hearts for stardom? bunch of retardos
yeah, I’m sitting back looking at some 666ual scenarios
read that porno was some demon’s name...still, my semen came
pretty strong with nautical game
carpets to bedsheets, all of ‘em stained, would admit that it’s a shame
but it was in 6.69 that I was slain..
..my mother birthed mary’s baby, rose-colored neck
father burnt-purple-black pigment..so later the black set in
no mistaking me now, yes, I’m a black nigga
named ant christ, possibly for the system’s sake,
beyond my mother’s knowledge
she tried suicide with a rifle when I was a toddler
yeah, yeah, and so on
life spared, she prolonged to hold on..it’s a slow song
uppidy niggas had nerve enough to say that I ain’t been thru shit,
and don’t know me from adam?
I mean, look, what’s to go through? I coulda’ been in prison,
for murdering a nigga who said I ain’t been thru shit
why try me though? try the devil
my bad, they already musta’ tried the devil
bible-totin’ ass hypocritical grandiose judges
I’ll run up in they church and cold-bust ‘em, no justice
I’m God with justice
that’s just for putting me in danger, fuck you’z, I see hues on a daily basis...

anyway, some sorta' mix-up...cool, cool...this is my too late for the game thread..