the realist shit I ever wrote words explode conquering souls these R my deadliest blows cause only Yah knows bitch ass niggas get exposed catching slippen let it blow whoever snitchin gotta go here's a gift fresh off the stove weed smoke on my clothes O father let me know its there a heaven for the po feeling trapped in sorrow that's why I pray for tomorrow at times it hurts to call you the last time I saw you you was just a shell of yourself guns can't wait to bust ask me who can I trust when they put my black ass cuffs cause all my haters got touched lift this world off shoulders take the breath a soldier cause my world just got colder O help me father focus