We make your people put balloons in the sky roses on the concrete right were you lost your life saying prayers I’m the candle light and bid you safe travel Vios con Dios may god get you before the devil knows your dead that’s what happens when you have a price on your head he knows what he did he knows what he said But that’s between him and his maker Major league baby real monsters mobsters grim reapers real life takers in my city it’s kill or be killed and if you kill you know the drill you better hope your Righteous otherwise, Karma will get you And we all know what happens when you make the devil excited he’ll on earth the fire has been Ignited It’s hard to go to sleep at night when you hear the gun fire you try to close your eyes but all you picture is violence the screaming of sirens tire Squealing and sliding the body’s keep Pylon from our enemies dying and it’s hard to be hiding with all this Facial recognition and the planes are flying come stay a few days in the city if you think that I’m lying My city is drowning in death the murder rate has exploded I so I stay with a vest and keep a pistol that’s loaded fuck around and find out you can’t play with Portland