yeahhhhh yeahhhhhh for I'm as famous as geek, on Snapchat , Instagram, Facebook, my name you will seek, for I'm hitting my fame really low, but my efforts and attempts will really show, for when I'm at the studio, given me a break for what i need, to use and hit the tweed, laced acid high , elevates my mind to try, speaking on the pain, that's a constant steady rain, of my soul to drench in tears, as my life floods out all my fears, on what others think of me, for my sins youll never see, what always gave me the fight and drive, to breathe and stay alive, i grew up troubled scared hoping not to die, but the pounding of my heart only made me cry, wishing for a turn to God and heaven but the devil's always there, leaning in my ear living every where, telling me to be corrupt ,lie ,steal, and destroy, rip to my life flesh of this shot boy,only at the age of 3 down to relive as one yr old daughter as the son, resurrection in two flesh, makaveli make alive, leaves us living in the current life to your surprise, hid my inner soul in her life before being shot through the brain, breath of the spirit of God that kept us survived through the pain, bleed just breathe choking on death fight to live, my face , dick and balls my real life had to give, blessed voice to be of my own and sound of a guy, cause losing her in this life with only a picture makes me cry, memory of a past time i held her next to me, brings me back to the age of me truly being three, picture's faded her life away left to see a prince sitting too, but the life of sophie is the missing clue,her face invisible to see, clue to the word and God and Christ mysteries, looking for the rapture and his will, reason for my tomb be created on a trill-ion dollar form of currency circulated paper bill, with 18 zeros to make a trillion-mill, stacks of green overflowing for my mind,time put in work steadying on my grind, left with riches and treasures for this world to find, with my name at the end being signed, cash that flows, and weather that snows on the mountains that know, we need room to grow, (repeat 4xs) For I'm making my appearance with the spotlight that shines in, refusing to fall as my morning begins, walking it hard like johnny cash walk the line back in 1956, to come back in the present to make a remix glory hit, this is the sound of the glory written in latter days focusing on another end, look for the seven letters written that we should send, he who has an ear listen to what the spirit saith unto the churches,