- Votes:
- Composers:
- Best
- Troy Donald Jamerson
- Troy Jamerson
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- rap
 
- See also:
Organized Konfusion - Invetro lyrics
Two weeks before my old man busted up in her
 My moms never walked slow
 Now she smoke crack, sit back and listen to talk shows
 I hope she don't eat pork fried rice tonight
 See, the cholesterol already got my arteries tight
 I might select even before she injects her lethal chemicals
 To wrap the umbilical cords around my neck
 Shit, I'm pissin' in the abdomen
 Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin' men
 Unravelin' plots and plans for thievin' and shit
 Immune to the gospel, not believin' in shit
 Where the fuck do I go from here?
 'Cuz when the afterbirth disperse, it's hard to persevere
 I swear I can't fuck with it
 She hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and I'm stuck with it
 The asthmatic, internally scarred from crack addicts
 Who share needles outside in the rain
 On Kraftmatics and laugh at it
 I guess for them it seems funny but soon
 I be the nigga who kills for petty money presume
 Inside this 'Temple of Doom' we throw the womb
 I bloom to be emitted in June, considered a coon
 Livin' my life incomplete though
 On the edge of destruction, invetro
 I'd rather not be born
 Than to be scorned in this world of hate
 Where life escape me and stick me like thorn
 Wild like child pornography, the autobi of the unborn
 I'd rather not be born
 Than to be scorned in this world of hate
 Where life escape me and stick me like thorn
 Wild like child pornography, the autobi of the unborn
 Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity is my light
 Fear it but very coherent that there's a fifty percent chance that I might
 Not make it in spite of the fact it's my life
 And can't take it, knowin' that I'm losin' this fightOrganized Konfusion - Invetro - http://motolyrics.com/organized-konfusion/invetro-lyrics.html
 To contradiction, the love with the hatred inviting friction
 Umbilically inflicted, watchin' my life go down like Christion
 Understand mommy dearest is confused right now
 But my faith brings us through someway, somehow
 From now I vow to invest the livin', bow only to God
 The coke's tokes and tell-lie-vision violence already got me scarred
 Disregard what the devil allowed on my set
 This city's number one threat, huh
 Bet I could probably run for mayor on some shit like that one day
 Or get my hustle on just like my dad, quiet as kept for the long stay
 Flow as a positive form to first step
 I want some friends and a ill-ass fuckin' neighborhood rep
 600 Benz gooseneck with a Nakamichi system in it
 Graduated from a rookie, rolled-up windows tinted
 Desire presented for ice cream, Big Wheels, local rented movies
 From 'Power Rangers', 'Lion King', 'Toy Story' and 'Goonies'
 But the bomb, at least that's what I heard
 Beyond my 9 to 5's, I write a dope rap song
 But with your insides gone the vision is frail
 Dreams can't set sail
 From all that unprotected sex and cold ballantyne ales, oh, well
 I still prevail, God always has something in store for me outside this hell Move on, torn in the eyes of Allah, scorned
 When the dawn distortion upon my abortion clinic visit in the morn
 I'd rather not be born
 Than to be scorned in this world of hate
 Where life escape me and stick me like thorn
 Wild like child pornography, the autobi of the unborn
 I'd rather not be born
 Than to be scorned in this world of hate
 Where life escape me and stick me like thorn
 Wild like child pornography, the autobi of the unborn
 I'd rather be born, shine as the true and livin'
 Spawned to live this gift to the fullest, shit is on
 Still rethinkin' my position until I'm gone, mission is to elevate mind
 Glisten, destined forever, weather the storm















