i hear it like a whisper. theres nothin friendly bout it. its simply cold to the touch. i feel it slipin from my grip. i should charge my soul rent. to me that only made cents. i feed on metranomes ligements. regardless what alignment is. i suffer thru the sirmans. payin homage to da offerin. mean while drug dealin. barely got a pot to piss in. momma need an intervention. daddys isnt in this picture. bratha sista barely knew that u existed. wait a second let me finish. grew where my death was iminent. in turn irrelevent. da serpent such a haratich. and understand im heaven sent.