Minds corroded in a souja so devoted...train like a machine killing off all opponents..with all the streets key components...bitch iim on it...late night drives.. cross state. line or rather its TreeTop of the morning da son keep burning pistal still hot..we mixing but not stirring the pot...strey shots on the block hit lil girl playing hope scotch..the lil brother grew older with the anger retain revenge..drove em to go bang suicidal path..might as well shoot yo self in the head like Kurt cobane it's like a liryics with no countrous... No if ands no kindas shit like streets miss conduct... Minds corroded in the soujas so devoted... The words I've spoken like possesd..poet smooth criminal read between da lines like a poem call it poetic justice meets poetry in motion facts gone rub it in like lotion