back in eighty-seven
brought by the devils of heaven,
b'cuz angels only exist in our mind,
but im one of a kind,
no such thing as true samaritan,
just peal a carrot' n' -
think about gold,
cus education is sold,
think about a job higher up the rank,
fill a gun with a blank,
shoot it,
time to recruit it-
bullet soarin thru the air,
s'like im watchin the matrix,
cus bitch, I dont play tricks,
I mame those to name,
the fucks that squeese this trigger on innocent fagits,
roll around in shit coverd in flies and maggits,
yo, their m' targets,
better fly before my ass gets
- kicked -
pollish this halo hanging from my horns,
cus I'm a rose, but beware my thorns,
cus I was born to brew up this shit,
screw up and spew up this shit,
cus I grew up and shit,
and now I'm an advocit,
and all I do it rap and shit,
dont use violence,
cus my lines - they hit,
dont use silence -
cus inside id split,
i guess this is it,
time to say goodbye,
but i'll be back again,
give it another pry,
we'll c whats happenin,
i geuss this over,
but i'll contue rappin n'
we'll continue this crap and then,
when its truely finnished,
and im done and dismissed,
we'll see who's ass god has to kiss