VICTIM OF THA SYSTEM

[Kronik Bagz]

i got a problem that i need to express,
evertime i see these pigs im that one they wanna test,
go on an slap dem bitchez back on my wrists,
an see what happens to u fuckin pigs,
this time ur gonna see tha ugly side of me,
i got so many issues i could fill an empty sea,
the ocean of my problmes iz somewhere u never want to be,
will make any nigga feel insanity,
but now back to tha point,
i get locked up everytime i burn a joint,
but thats the only thing that helps me,
but u dont realy care,
im not human with emotions or feelings,
im a number on a chart wondering whens my last meeting,
but something i dont get,
how can my PO act like she cares so bad, but realy not give a shit,
iznt that a sin,
if my life iz ruined it aint her problem its more of my predicament,

i never leave a homie behind,
so even though i cant burn i keep them round all tha time,
all tha shit i feel cause they got freedoms an i dont i get out in rhymes,
an everytime they light up a bowl,
an i sit there drinkin like a damn fool,
i just get more upset, torn, an out of control,
like where my heart an soul was, iz now a big hole,
it rips at my soul,
i cant eat, sleep, or even feel alive,
when life sux an u aint got weed its hard to survive,
not phisicaly but inside,
im holdin on fer dear life,
i keep my fists clenched tight,
i keep them around whatever im holdin onto to keep up this fight,
im gonna get through this one way or another,
last day on earth or back to smokin wit my brothers,
maby i should go tha bad way just for one reason,
to make people know im dead and law enforcement iz tha real reason,
than u can feel this betrayel,
an looked at like u commited treason,
but ur not that important fer my to cut these wrists,
that would just make u feel more powerful,
an when that happens i get more pissed,
i can already see my future an guess what pig, ur there too,
its my last day an im gonna make u feel my pain too,
over tha last nine years rolled into one day,
this time ur tha one whos gonna pay,
i got my glock locked an ready to spray,
its pig huntin season, an guess what, now ur my prey
an tonight, ur in my sight, yea thats what i said
i got my finger on tha trigger an im ready to pump u up with lead,
i hope u enjoy my hallowtips diggin into ur head,
u knever knew u pushed me to be so wicked in my brain,
but all my mental torment, i dont care anymore, im insane,
in a constant crazed state,
and now ur dead body iz my bait,
now ur realy helpin tha world smoothly run,
ur bloody body sitting an im waitin fer tha next pig to come,



got some anger to let out, prolly didnt make sense but i do feel betta now


peace

Kronik Bagz Reviewed by Kronik Bagz on 09-14-2004. VICTIM OF THA SYSTEM i got a problem that i need to express, evertime i see these pigs im that one they wanna test, go on an slap dem bitchez back on my wrists, an see what happens to u fuckin pigs, this time ur gonna see tha ugly side of me, i got so many issues i could fill an empty sea, the ocean of my problmes iz somewhere u never want to be, will make any nigga feel insanity, but now back to tha point, i get locked up everytime i burn a joint, Rating: 5

[smokeysbaby]

another good one babe

[gjayde]

well done bro

[imagoober]

Damn!

[GHoSToKeR]

bagz u got skillz my man

keep it comin

[Lulu]

Love it Bagz

[YES]

That shit flows nicely.

I like it.

[Imotep]

Thats cool man. It rolled off niceley.
using a dead pig as pig bait.

[Ammie]

bagz we want more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[raven]

nice words