i remember when i lost it all like. like job the enemie was slowly tortuing me i remember when i tried to warn em that sometging was coming worse than the flood i remember when my side got split n it was holy blood a holy war through the sky it thumps it rumps n a rampage i lost it all my mom and my baby boy slowly carrying my cross through the finish lines pressure always applies i payed my tithes to show support its no game this is not a sport so listen up sport i have over and over again been convicted in court slowly trying to change but fuck it i would rather be in hell than be broke i give the people hope