diggin deep from within just to repent cause im pissed living free but in sin its a bitch mixing liquors with trees to get lit....so im lifted twisted and bent...trippin on shit...it is what is...but it isnt with the buisness if it isnt big beginninng to end....beginning with this....the bars that I spit delivering thick knowledge and sense....dollars and cents representing the jist of my gig...callit the lick thats not fallen on a whim....aint no stallin my ship...callit like it is.... you either sink or swim....but im haulin in the win....brawlin with my fists...no captains on the deck...a pirate type of tyrant..fighten with his men... until the enemy is dead...push em off the plank...musket in his face...watch em bump his head...sank without a trace...weight around his waist....sharks are getting fed...im raising like some bread...plunder