Off the T.O.P

Mic check 1-2, is it clear enuff fo ya?
Wakin' up to the sounds that put me to sleep every otha night
A gun shot and a few screams
found em a cold bed, the concrete, EMT's keep u warm... covered in white sheets
call me the demented child, nah im fucked up cuz im concious when im wrong
but niggas buckin', birds duckin a holo can leave a new tatt fo that nigga if he can show it off
fuck it tho'... in the hood we call em souvineirs, n i got plenty of em on muh body that i collected in more than 1 case.
13 niggas all standing in 1 place, then shit gets ugly n im layin in the same place
DAMN... n if u think im reciting or recycling something then nah, its off the T.O.P baby shit that ive lived n sworn.
Bitch niggas to str8 bitches, bitches to str8 snitches n then what? phone calls to muh niggas to get me the fuck out.
Guess the fruits of muh labor easily got spoiled, n aint even bother checkin the damn expiration date.
T.O.P - Thats Ova Poppulated, yur style, yur demeanor, swagga, yur livin and thinkin n yur behavior.
And i just made that shit up... fuck it, why not turn it to a slogan like an Anti-drug campaign.
If i did that then what? sure wont b T.O.P no more but TOPPED by the bullshit n the massess.
dust to dust n ashes to ashes.... i try not to smoke no more ^.~;