Mic, beats, pen, and pad, it’s how I tell a story
It’s entertainin as hell, harsh, never is it boring
It’s about a cat who stepped up livin the strong life
Swung in the fight, living it all day and night
Guarantee my flow, check it, it’s too real
Everyone who know the lyrics, the style, know the deal
I’m touchin on a touchy subject, known to some more than others
A story so scary, might get ya hidin in the covers
I’m talkin about the B-U-L-L-Y
Those cats who honestly sometimes I wish they would die
A slow death, kill yourself twice with a knife….butter
So you’d bleed away slowly, do you deserve it or your mother
But it’s the psychological effects that hit hard the most
Fighting those effects is how people started calling me Los
Cuz in the game of life, I’m fighting hard as hell
So I can rock this mic and have a story to tell

It’s storytellin’ time, better get your mind right
In this fight, aim to get your soul right
If you don’t fight right, you’ll fall straight to hell
But no matter what you better have a story to tell

But back to the story of all the bullies
I don’t know what he could done, but really, could he
Step up, when people appear so big
And even if you snitched, you were still a small kid
Who got picked on, pushed around left and right
Now when you get big all you wanna do is fight
When someone even says the right thing wrong
When all you want is to prove you were strong
But real strength comes in all the restraint
But God, I tell you, in my heart I still feel taint
Cuz honestly, it’s so hard to forgive
Everybody who picked on me, I just want to rid
The earth of their presence, honestly, fuck em
Hope a large vaccum come up and suck em
In a bottomless bag, hope they ass suffocate
But then again, that wouldn’t set it straight


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