Colder inside my heart now from the demons of satan make me look at my men n my kin ftom the devils point of view i gotta killed b 4 i get killed kill to eat kill to b killed kill or b killed young killa im a real G tho satan my enemy this nigga the devil to me ima shoot him n his sister both n they face close range wit my 30 SK... cuz he bitch n she a witch i wish i had the wisdom to pray thru the blood of Jesus that God one day deliver me from these homicidal demons i been a fiend for hydro syrup n bloodshed ever since they made my friend come my enemy sometimes my soul cry over all these cap as rumors when im true to the game... bitch nigga got me n my young nigga beefin... im still tryna cope with my blood being shed n my young killa not here wit me no more looking at death that deep n the eyes still tryna cope with the sorrow inside from my young killa blood shed they blood for me n my young killa blood shed killer breed 187