Letter 2 Kodaks

I dont wanna die in my sins I heard a friend saying fire burning my spirit black zodiac twin throw a cross across my back Malcolm x then reaper coming he kno im dien to live devils pass my casket with fear when I meet my end even my enemies wont laugh and grin forever real but label lame till the angles mk the pool swim ture threw the sword I gave u the command evidence whats in your right hand kut the throat of anything that dont zig zag flag woven with the blood of those chose to defend our honor i often reflect will they meet me at the gates show me respect one was freed the other use to carry bread u can have a dream that dont mean beg Elijah ran ahead ion think im yall saving gace i kno i am ar Rahman nir Raheem this my letter to my other self on everything we underneath 7 layers angles parallel acting as a screen to the benevolent ion wanna die in my sins should I hold my breath i took the devil as a friend once he gave me hell I set a spell and said a pray grab the rope of hope stuck a knife to it then started to rebel i was even in ancient Egypt craved in the cement double L never worship Baal ion wanna die in my sins I swear