The little G that rides, is holding his own.
The little G that rides, was left all alone.
The little G that rides, has fired a shot.
The little G that rides, had a gun that was hot.
She looked back only to see lost promises and an empty trail
There was nothing but the brutal beating of comprehending the fail
She closed her eyes though she could not fight off reality or pain
Through anger she wept, but the release would not sustain
Watch them get lost in the real world... Let them see I'm not that typea girl... My vision of what a world’s like is getting bigger... Because knowing there's snitches out here makes me higher then jus a beginner.