13. Drop them beats my feet’s weak, mouth cotton can’t speak, alcoholics don’t drink, my path feels too steep But benefits there to reap Give my soul for you to keep Humanities blood runs deep Unity, family only thing to keep Got People that rather us sleep I can’t rap fast I like to talk Got a minute let’s go walk Baby remember that dope shop “Halloween Haven does pop” Oh shit we both forgot…. 15 Masks tried on laughter and fun, Costumes my sweet son Fuck. Covid, deltaaaa, lambda runnn I yell like a raged madman in the car How the fuck did I not see forward that far… ahead…. We could be dead… you heard what I said. I’m tired of being fed, masks on my head, soulless n’ led Fight or flight always accessing what’s ahead Panicked adrenaline pumps through my veins We get in the car thank God for Rapfame I can’t pull it together , what’s my name… Damn I wish this shit was back and the same But my son he don’t notice mask like a champ I reflect on what was to be that wrestling camp Got to move fast, gunners don’t camp I watch Khabib and Diaz fight not rant Train my son the same this MMA my camp Watch tysons movement and mimic his pace Maybe my sons generation can save this place Till then he will be tough and understand the human race Is the only one that exists despite the color of your face #1try…. The adrenaline brings the passion and the stutter fuck it