in this life we gat three levels, hell, Earth to Heaven, but nobody knows if you are all real, or the devil, musicians life is a scrabble, but believe me man, I still work on those level, Just got hell from a rebel, pray I dont get hit by the age of ten plus eleven, is it just me or the devil knocking on my door always promising double, of all my realm, look at me fine and look at me well, it's by Gods grace and nobody else, they say I'm spiritual, and needing some help, to achieve my dreams and how to get there, I don't want to waste time hold my head, from all of my plans and all of my cess, okay I fess, nobody perfect, but I'll be the best, because everybody winning and nobody cares, you are at the bottom they leaving you there, so try to climb up make it somewhere, we slaying the enemies serving them death. why, why, and why do I have to face crises during this time, I had no choice but to put my gun in front of my demons, shooting and die. look at this mind full of red crime, talking to elders with fucking advice, they just keep on talking well that's alright, they just keep on talking, they do it all night, but listen, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid, look at me well, you'll see I'm daring, smacking dirty bitch of my cheque list, looking for holiness, ask the Reveren. man of the hot kind of conscience. so I pray, I pray to God, to make me not normal, but to make me supernatural, against my devourers, ending them totally, set them on fire. you feel me men I'm just on my desire. Lord make my enemies wait till forever for my downfall, it's whay I pray for, Lord make my enemies wait till forever for my downfall, it's what I pray for, it's what I pray for. Lord make my enemies wait till forever for my downfall, its what I pray for, Lord make my enemies wait till forever for my downfall, it's what I pray for.