they ask me where did my heart go it's gone just like that gutta from the concrete street sweeper with no feelings feeding my energy towards my nature rising and riding on beats get better in time but wiser but with the steps through time when my heart chime with emotions spilling in sky and really know who was in my corner even after my karma funny thing is I don't trust nobody in end even in through my struggles I will over come long as the universe work in my favor I turn animalistic with my flow far from the materlistic bullshit that you can't take with you when you die fuck folding under pressure demonic and deadly pray God keeps my soul safe and my health good because living in misery turns me to a savage with no agendas just fatalities when I start to go in insane with my shit because my spirits make me pick off enemies now everybody enemies in my book can't through them far as you through them out of wind shield man I am done looking out the window pain of my pain time to stand up and man up to whatever I own too