My situation my have placed me in a war zone, Every other breath is like a battle field, I navigate through these bodies like theirs no matter the outcome to the situation I refuse to loose, No matter how you viewed things , thats what it is no talking My rhymes sharp like a blade, cutting through the noise, I slice through the beat, leaving rappers bloody at end without a hessian noless, In my section, I rise like a phoenix from the ashes of my pain, without a section, or a point to be left unnoticed about what I've done, no question about how you feel about me or my section, Leaving trails of fire as I navigate this garme. Setting ablaze the path like rath of blaze fire, No smoke needed seeing clearly with my navigated mindset, Seems like My rhymes is a great place to be in this situation Leaving my mark on the world like a branded desire mentioned as one of the greatest of my generation, in time, But only time will tell like 2pac no shots fire but seems to still leave a great deal of blazing bodies on the pavement leaves me saying damn why Allah please keep me ambled in my heart, Please forgive me Allah for this situation and rath on the less fourchnet or more important things, Questioning my situation may cause me to Spitting fire on the mic, leaving crowds in amazement, My words cut deep like a razor blade, causing massive engagements. Situation untamed no matter how without a doubt or whatever you think of why. I spit fire, burnt bridges left in my wake. To greatness, I drop bombs, explosions shaken the ground, I've broaking barriers way stronger way much taller to be climbed and I navigate through these situations without a scratch with a clear understanding frame intake structured in a battle field state of mind