take me back

smokin that bomb speakin my life in my songs no gimicks pure realness I went to war wit killers wit no vest or no strap just dressed in all black this fuckin marriage is stress in this world by myself every since mama death the world's been lookin strange people shootin dope in they veins tryna hide the pain once was fucked in this game then got rich off my pain yes I prayed for this change O help me father my abba take me back to the garden when eve was my partner in not my enemy