the thread died let me bring it back alive ...or try to my parents wanted me to switch schools cuz i wasn't doing well they lectured me.. so i brought that phone convo to show and tell they swore and yelled the kids went home and telled their parents about me that day that tuesday my teacher thought i was crazy cuz i passed out threw up, i was lazy then woke up said fuck you to a daisy then ran out of the room racing. my mom gave me an attitude talk till i blasted a fart said that i wasn't my fault did it again then told her about my illeterate black friend she told me not to talk to him so i brought him home and told my parents to say hi to him i've been told i changed since i left chicago i wear my hats and sagg my pants like i just lost the lotto poor and disgraceful, poor with a faceful of mom in my face all the time like this life can't get way worse it can if she say so twist and bend it like playdo the shape of a dick call her gaylord four fifths of my life i've been screamed at half the time she yells i dun kno wat she screams at im about to sneak in her room and find the off button she screams in her sleep but she aint really sayng nothing just about how bad a son i am and wat jail im gonna land in, what person i might share it with and how'll ill pay for my own shit cuz he can't get into college a can to some rap garbage a narsisistic artist, i am so fuck you she sees me as a child too might as well shave my head and call me kyyoo RYU my ass and get a tatoo thats pink and red and says mom...fuck you blue jay, new breed haha

im the cure to your disease if the doctors can't fix you pass the gloves and needles to me see i've messed up in some raps but i showed up to redeem when i walk on that stage kids is pointing spotlights to me like im jesus christ coming straight outta 20 b.c. but im straight out east coast spiking remedies to the crimes of cali felonies enemies are made in the process pints of pennies are burned enemies that are dead to me dont benefit me paint a penny green permenantly to show the world my words arent polluting the earth earnestly im nothen but new breed to my core the rap cells inside me is flowing, make my blood soar so gibson is spiking anesthetic till im hard core now i need hater repelent they knocken on my front door man im blue jay not like an animal eating rappers when i bomb em call me cannibal spit out they bones and adjust they thrones to fit my kingdom, my spit, and throat cuz they say heart is 60 percent passion and 40 percent skill my heart feels empty its time or a refill my heart feels broken the skill isnt there gibson give me pen and paper my hearts dun for a repair cuz im corrupted to my veins till the illing pop em make my blood stain from popping perscription dropping ritalin like an eminem but im a skittle person worken never maken friends i keep my enemies closer, im like the game closer im travis hafner but i dont lose when the game over im a rapper make some moments happen freeze you in time cuz thats how im moment trappen unfreeze when my fingers snappen then refreeze when the crowd is clappen im an entertainer jus like a lion tamer im based on my sales but in this era music looken pale so much bullshit bout fire wire internet downloaden from lime wire rap is growing tired wat u want the thugs, jay-z or eminem to retire my part in musics growing expired rappers gonna go extinct wat u think im a lier in 10 years they gonna say raps old people music gold era used to, be filled with great rappers from every district of the u.s. but ure knocked the 50 stars outta of a rappers flag its like the inspiration isnt there in any ration thats why im new breed im the new generation blue jay