The End

May 12^th 2:19 am

I have written myself in these 82 posts and 56 songs in Green's Mind.

This is Styles Green.

Everything has a start and an end.

If I don’t return soon, consider this the end.

Peace and God Bless

Allah Hafiz

Amen.

Ain't No Such Thing

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Young mind with a tough time growing up to be a tough kind
Or just a tough kid screwing with the rich shit ending up a little poor or little more rich
Screw it, I ain’t here to prove why I’m different
Even if you haven’t killed anyone, you know you ain’t innocent
Who you rep with dogg? I rep with the ghost
My shadow is my radar so you can never ever come close
Do you believe in angels or devils? Decide ya side
It’s like life and death, you can’t compare or divide
Yeh I know I’m deep, and I’m still digging in
6 feet ain’t nothing, I’m already planning a spin
See thru hope and there’s a hole but nothing’s thin
But if know what I know then you can lose when you win
Be prepared to discover ya zone when ya be alone
See if you had love for something, sooner or later it’ll be gone
So you can be a big dogg with the finest hoes
Some say love can’t be bought, fuck it, one comes, another one goes
Just keep ya boat by the shore
and my plan ain’t for future, I live today and tomorrow and that’s it
see how many live on the line, they say that’s some bullshit
yeh they shit but they like it, keeping the grip
So when the caller dials M we all who he gonna send to come get us
It’s not the first puff but the last breath that they say is the hardest

Yo
Ain’t no such thing as love
When there’s no such thing as hate
Ain’t no such thing as hope
When there ain’t no such thing as fate
So why to debate?
There ain’t no such thing

My lines strike like the cobra
10 inch nails, out of sight come up to poke ya
And it’s the rap that I rep for the street discipline
Always waiting for my next hunt, I got no innocence
I’m here to rule like don Vito
Montana type coke dealer, yeh better than Vito
Supplier to a cokehead, a revolver to a new fed
Last level smuggler for ya best shit
Keep ya Phillies lined up with the marijuana shit and slowly fill it,
life is a bitch so ain't a bitch telling me how to live it
yo i got this haze roller stumbling, not where I’m rumbling
Too many wild cats but I’m da one juggling...to ya jugular...I’m da one knuckling
Step on my pavement and im make my statement
Leave ya hanging in my yard with a nickel for ya life as ya payment
To ya 10 man squad, too hard against my verbal shots
I ma leave you like I leave them bitches, big cuts but ain’t no stitches
This hard life on the streets is like the dry itch
Ahhh what a bitch

Yo
Ain’t no such thing as love
When there’s no such thing as hate
Ain’t no such thing as hope
When there ain’t no such thing as fate
So why to debate?
There ain’t no such thing


Yo yo yo
Rich cats push a different beat but the real still spit the age old shit
Bump it yeh they bump it, powdered amps and weeded kits
All they life they write for no Grammies
Basement productions left us many
Day and night and night and day
When it rains, yes it pains
But the sun still shines
Yeh nigga

Yeh yeh read my flow
Ain’t no dough, there’s nothing low
Wild cats be chasing shit
Night and day
R double E.N
2000 and 10
Motherfuckers