me give my thanks n prays everyday, thankfully for the grace me receive, while others catching early Graves falling victim to the streetz slowly the wrolds bleeds I'm here to conqour never falling on both knees ,eldest thought me that the purpose for the strong is to protect the weak , cuz, In the hoods anit nothing but police brutality ,anit lie my kind killing one another , kant turn the blind eye on u broken spirted ghetto mothers, Come From The Trenches the reason why Noone hustle harder then I, Noone can ever turn off the fire inside, we keep it blazing , like Constantine Walking Through the flames and smoke and like c4 I'm feeling like I'm bout to expolde out of control, can't keep this pain got let it go, Jah only know , the way feel , prayers make my heart know it's real jah Giudes me grants me Him shiled don't , fuck Round get killed , blood spill to have peace I must have war born by the sword, die by the sword powers of the force , forged by the by the sprit inside , kant be touched protected by the sprits of the most high, and if I die truth is my spirit will be more alive... Rastafari