a lot of bad people gave me a bad image, I want to touchdown, not here to play scrimmage. I like to press the pedal way past the speed limit. I'm tired of all the stress and pain that I've been given. lord take it all away, I'm asking for forgiveness. ever since I was a youngin I was the main one sinnin. and ever since birth, been cursed since the beginning. I'm tired off the grind, but I gotta remain friendly. I say that I'm fine, but my soul is kinda empty. feel I'm dying inside, cause my body's gettin lifted at the end of my light, lays the pure envy, of the evil inside that keep trying to stand against me. gotta fight all of them on sight they about to die quickly, blood is spilled inside my head trickling, they keep trying to get out , but no I'm not quitting. gotta climb to the top, I better start sprinting. every opp that I hate, never had me flinching not my fault they're mad, but personas are encrypting. bout to break their codes, other words I'm arm ripping. No one's gonna pace me slow, I can't be slippin. lot of bad people had bad intentions, now that I'm smarter, I know I gotta tuck my weapon. this world is way behind, asking the same questions. maybe I should be a teacher, to teach moral lessons. I'm in a tight bind I'm blind, with no exceptions. all the demons on earth, are people with infections. they keep asking about the nerve, that triggers our aggression. why some of us are users, why others started steppin. could've been the fact we wasn't raised better. all we wanted to do was trap, and stack up cheddar. sorry I couldn't tell yall in person, that's why I wrote this song in the form of a letter