this is for the blind that listen intrigued by lirycs I'm spittin laying to rest the competittion and leave and as I lead the brigades in missions been on the ends of nerves by snitches fucking two faced bitches that love and don't deserve plus don't treat concern to tend to hurt as a blurr when you need they inflicted instead they burn holes in hearts for dope indeed craved and insane hoes bleed banks cold bars on brakes on cop cars screech as it slows but they can't be trusted to stop safe nope instead they run walls out with no brakes unloading guns while drums spill casings and the reason for shells blaming me the gee that's been placed on back burners to stail stay behind to get thrown away like any other came but in time every murderous ryme wrote would be like engraved in brains taking notes to remind the rest to play best don't cut days yet broke try once to ammuse the age into makeing the best of these days left to show the way into a haze guided by braves to hold apart of the game that take life as a joke that can face the times alone as their years get revoked my life is met to appear messed rearranged throwed like robbers left homes ran in through the front and left kicking out back doors as bitches still try and lie to the ones they fear but realize they caint afford as they're guilt stains their faces in light of truth the shame washes out to drain my proof contains points in blanks faces you know turn to look away cold. feeling like redeeming the name but they know I'm blowing up any that opose to be competing against me is just a joke cause my rymes provoke and in an instant spots get revoked the minutes they choke can't look me into my eyes but I know shits me against the world fighting to succeed got addiction eating within but got responsibilities weighing out pleasures for necessities I need but I'm deep in this life so far you'll see the shark in me ripping opponents apart in the dark as you freeze back out in the streets no one's trying to grip the mind I give for you to be successful like your supposed to be.