you ask me what I'd do for my family and a new born growing up in a new world wearing masks is a new norm love at its true form overcomes every new storm so they tell me but I'm too torn apart between two swords both tryna peirce heart women I would kill for still want a lil' more here's yours here's yours here's yours here's yours the little that's left goes back in our the floor boards or where ever you stash yours go out n trap more stuck like a crack hore that's what they ask sure here goes a crash course cooking up glass shards looking for the fast course sand in your mouth coarse busting in the front door running out the back porch stuck between a jack war that's how you got yours God I need to pray for'em before they lay'em on this platform ✔✖ you ask me what I'd do for my family and a new born growing up I saw few pearls wearing rags I was dirt poor lust at its true form overtakes you like a huge storm silver lining not for you boy far from some sweet words both curse its harsh people I would die for still won't unfold arms got yours got yours got yours got yours the little that I have left goes towards my lil bros or sister's if you have girls go out and trap more bust out attack force beware of guard dog flash bang n dogs bark now you're behind bars dance on the black top long distance phone call sorry we have bad news your son died from stab wounds a riot in the prison yard would you want to claim the corpse I don't have money to bury'em well I'm sure we have a plot for'em