Here's a verse I wrote that didn't go into any of my upcoming music. This is one of those cases where I free-wrote as opposed to writing to the beat, and in most cases the free-written verses didn't sound right with the music. Untitled Sixteen: Sitting under the sunlight / itchin all these bug bites Discussing the thug life / You fuckers are first to run, right? Now you're sounding dumb right? / "We was just havin fun" right? You're not about a thug life / Sweet as cinnamon buns, iced Reality is giving you the bum life / Want cash but you have none right? Too dumb to realize you spent it all on vodka and bud light You're talking about gun rights, thugging and your "once" life But the "hard" goes "soft" when wrapped up, plum riped (right?) Some mean, some nice One dream, one life One plot, one scheme One shot, one scene One drop, one scream One shot, one bleeds Crack rock, one fiends Addiction's it's funny