who grows

i feel dark attachments its thick n rached sin tacked quick on my back shits pitch black with evil tactics get the fuck out my face with your demonic practice witch craft ment to try n make me get at cha in a wrong way im strong with a powerful slam bruh you know gods plan toward my glorious fame spitting flames changing your faith with shit in this damn thought of scriptute type of song made to fuck up the youth missprinting brain waves... actually think thats my plan huh my natural stand up or game bitch you ain't my fam tah qqjudge me in that horrible view n way played on radio no cause most would laugh but on my emotional state opposite of what a man was being raised brought up without the proper authority of a man cause i had no dad but alot of girls in the fam sucked luckily for me i didnt turn gay instead the woman had a plan tah tame their dream man tough one looking up to one generations spund then one produced some bad mother fuckers that love to run no not us if so atcha need to sum and explain the ways on how i was raised started with clinton which in a tree welcomed me to see a which