The S.O.N.

I recharge you like batteries
 Fill you up with something
 That ain't got no calories
 I take half a key
 And flip it like a pancake
 An alcoholic you can tell
 Cause my hands shake
 My brain half baked
 And my heart frozen stiff
 My chosen gift
 Got pushed off an ocean cliff
 My gloomy styles
 Put a nigga in a roomy house
 Time passed
 Take a look where they put me now
 I'll be home soon
 Let me do these thousand months
 Then pick me up in a limo
 Full of crown & blunts
 All my life
 Full of struggle & trouble
 She was missin' at my house
 Like the discovery shuttle
 Is it hope for los?
 Man I just can't call it
 Doin' push-ups in my cell
 With my homie muhammed
 He a muslim, I'm a christian
 But it make no difference
 Neither one of us
 Will get a fucken thing for Christmas
 All I know
 Is I'm lost without you
 I'm not gonna lie
 How am I gonna be strong without you?
 I need you by my side
 If we ever say we'd never be together
 And we ended with goodbye
 Don't know what I'd do
 I'm lost without you
 The dreams that I had
 Fell apart with time
 On the corner posted up
 Like the march of dimes
 When I start to rhyme
 People start to listen
 South park where you ain't
 Too smart for prison
 Got a heartless vision
 It's a heart condition
 Pull a gun never run
 Let it spark & twist 'em
 My apartments isn't
 Just your average place
 You can walk to the laundromat
 And catch a case
 I be last in place
 Another ghetto kid
 And then hit one lick
 And buy a benzo 6
 It's a crazy spot
 And everyday it's hot
 Where the pimps gettin' paid
 But his ladies not
 Where the daughters are dying
 And the mommas are crying
 And the sons & the son
 Facing all this time
 And the bottom line is
 If you slip just once
 You could do about
 A thousand and fifteen months
 Don't cry when I'm gone
 Just get high to my song
 This is my truth
 I apologize if it's wrong
 I was raised 2 blocks
 From a all day corner
 Born in the storm
 I'm the son of Norma
 Has your car antenna
 Ever disappeared in the night?
 He wasn't tryin' to be mean
 He just needed a pipe
 One thing about a dope fiend
 They always chasing
 That high
 That will never satisfy their craving
 Nobody will save em
 Gotta pray for help
 But where's hope?
 When they don't wanna save themself
 All the money was filthy
 And the feelings were guilty
 Why the fuck you think I drank
 Till it almost killed me
 The real they feel me
 And the rest of 'em love it
 I guess the life of a g
 Is an interesting subject
 And I'm like fuck that
 I just rap how I live it
 I'm the king of houston
 A lot of niggas hate to admit it
 I bust first no questions
 Fuck with blacks & mexicans
 Some real white boys
 That will kill like chechens
 Muhammed's korean
 I'm wrapped in indian skin
 I give a fuck about race
 I let real niggas in