I must have gotten lost on this journey cuz this rap shit ain't ever earned me more than a hundred and I wondered after the beast and wandererd from peace I swing this mic cord like a python tied 2 a flaming sword my word form pure as the driven snow and yo I got this hoe nicole who out in madison she cold and bring that blow from here to Appleton don't get me snappin and flapping gums law enforcement will run in here with guns my uzi weigh a ton but my glock is now a Racine plant used to destroy black lives and separate a man from his child my thoughts are to wild on a Tuesday to smile my freestyle is graphic I can't be found on any maps or atlas I saddle up and ride shit I rode till I died on a white horse in 95. I ain't talking no jive Turkey I'm worthy like James my flow wordy my pic framed like 12. I been to hell in a cell where I found out I fell and fractured my brain and lived in a parallel world where I had a good girl my daughter could talk and narrasict mom made cookies and shit did not have the saddest eyes and never lied please tell em I tried but my brain has been fried by a burning desire to help u feel alive. I been so low and solo for so long and I know u sing the same song. so come on y'all come a long I sit write the song just to write all r wrongs.