I keep shouting out to God thru Jesus the demons keep screaming the more I shout out to God the more fire from the demons I feel n my hear to murder u can't tell me I aint destined for heaven cuz it's been hell carrying this heaviness of my broken heart God gotta feel my pain a righteous kill cuz all my pain n my heart came from my young thugs snake me when I loved em nothing left inside of me but furiosity from the raging demons n me by the g code leave him bloody no remorse heartless n cold can't escape the flames within from the pressure of being caged n the dungeon from brawling with my blade in the pit of hell with wild hogs with the heart of a bull he must've thought this was a boxing Match make him suffer a second from the blade in his chest then while he hollering up that 32 to his stomach n that Smith n Wesson ripped his guts out his belly suffering in the belly of the beast the fire the demons gave the veins of my heart make me numb to the pain ice cold butcher my way out with the Chopper boy looked like he was in awe when he saw that k left him frozen like sub zero before I crushed him just to break the ice with his gang n let em know we ain't playing no time left but to start squeezing we starving no patience to hustle nothing personal we just hopping out shooting n these hyenas need very last penny tear him the shreds down to they cartilage with that pump crushed him with that Choppa left em butchered no remorse heartless n cold by the g code left him bloody shedding bloody tears after midnight I might just gotta leave bloody who was once like kin pussy hoe nigga gave the drop to opps when he was supposed b thugging with us came through letting off shots my young killa at my feet let bloody I'm still pouring henny for tha... I love my young killa to death ride on my young killa death with my young killas caught that pussy nigga sleeping n the streets with his men left him n his men leaking split that slit slut hoe nigga apart that tech my young killas ripped that cannon that40 got to busting plus that pump torched him up mash off in a quick rush ain't no getting up with us left them pussy niggas n the wind like ghost left all the sirens in our dust after we dusted them fools smoking strong gas to the brain to soothe all the paranoia from having to smoke them fools I just want away from this way of death killing my soul God save me from the pain hoping blood of Jesus cover me cleanse my way of mentality seeing only way to stay alive keep this gun on me when the opp in the street ain't the enemy but the devil n ain't no way to fight against the devil with the handgun but through the holy Bible hoping the blood of Jesus cleanse me from all my opps bloodshed covering me so God won't c me as a cannibal no more but as a son again n I don't die as a gangsta n reap eternal fire Jesus save me from the pain the strife in the streets gave me...