i be preaching like a reveran, tell my brothers to come together for protection, you cant find me cause im in a different section. you aint heard of me well run this back for recollection. known to burn a mic in seconds, aint no coming back for seconds, had to get get it from the streets i remember i was restless. how he do it aint the question, but i be trying to stack it up playing tetras. steady trying to find the patience, trying not to leave him faceless, stay from round all these places. but this is where im glorified, where the streets treat me like im purified, but im just a down south Florida boy where we like it country fried. sweet potato, macaroni side give it up i rather be paralyzed, my name be getting scandalized, i know they only trying to hide the terrified