Hey Joe… were you going with that gun in your hand? (Joe!! Peeples Shawdy!) It's always workin, if i ain't servin i'm certain a sermon is written with purpose, im on this rap shit like im sure it's worth it while you just running your mouth in the house I would close the curtains but all my fans hurtin from lives of discursion they face in the south Ears of a virgin hear trash and start lurchin So i give em magic and essence of churches Sever a serpent with verses i'm servin Student of life and the teacher, we learning Never lost courage, just worked on my purpose Achieving my dreams cause i see past the circus Tweaked my delivery like i laced 8th with amphetamine & my own damn name You nervous certainly like Norbit would be pretendin he was Trinidad James cold game do my bloodletting, I’m splitting the pain tryina write it in different ways shit that im spittin initially leavin the simple… driven insane they might think they get it, I’ll make em regret it when I aim for the brain people don't change, people just grow. deceitful and vain, they put on a show. peaceful in brain, is a thing I don't know hectic, I wrecked it, I'm ready to go. i don't understand, at least I think so selfish and helpless, slowly I perish under these clothes. life is untimely, my thoughts are unwinding as I'm put under this oath stuck in a tar pit, forgetful guitar riffs my head might just split but I'd be lying if I start denying that I enjoyed it. implying exciting, dividing my triumphs multiply by the high one and find that my digits is 10 outta 10 like I’m lighting the right one roll it all up, take a puff, then pass passing out papers, and now I'm in class. grinding my teeth, they're breaking like glass. out of all options, I should be last undeserving, ungrateful, I swallow self doubt by the plateful. wait for the day that my brain just explodes and escapes out my pained skull do my bloodletting, I’m splitting the pain tryina write it in different ways shit that im spittin initially leavin the simple… driven insane they might think they get it, I’ll make em regret it when I aim for the brain do my bloodletting, I’m splitting the pain tryina write it in different ways shit that im spittin initially leavin the simple… driven insane they might think they get it, I’ll make em regret it when I aim for the brain evil's the same, evil we know. good seems too tame, so to evil we go my empathy's shot, my mind must be too, because I can't even think and I don't feel bad for you. the view I'm enjoying, the light in my eyes, my emotions keep toying and playing with lives some tar in my chest, and some stuck to my soles. sometimes I feel I'm the best, all else fill their roles. 6 feet under the earth, right next to my friends and my worth below me, they know me, don't know where I'm going, I feel unfulfilled. make a martyr of me, destroy me, but think of the blood that you've spilled. I live a life where I beg to be thrilled chill. do my bloodletting, I’m splitting the pain tryina write it in different ways shit that im spittin initially leavin the simple… driven insane they might think they get it, I’ll make em regret it when I aim for the brain do my bloodletting, I’m splitting the pain tryina write it in different ways shit that im spittin initially leavin the simple… driven insane they might think they get it, I’ll make em regret it when I aim for the brain made to make a stake of all the dust find it to be fun like I needed fuckin one good reason to get better with the seasons all the changes, hidden meanings could be bringing in a kind of freedom that you don’t know shit about stuck inside a rough patch? get up out it fuckin round enough that’s really bout it try to claim you really bout it start to look like shit I’m clowning I could not be better than you something relative to truth wonder when the proof gonna seep right through, fuckin eat haiku’s poetry a blessing, achoo man God bless you, man cant even stand on his own two feet so why the fuck you think we always choosing deities? you got me! on key, high point, on point, high key I might just write a post traumatic life sequence educate myself so I can exercise my freedoms I believe I’ll be leaving now I retreat in a thickened shroud chillin in the shade like I’m with it nowww sun always shining, all the rays it stay giving ooouutt wow. (now get the fuck out!)