-DeathToll-

Scribbles jotted over the papers lines
Defines, the crazy times in this shady mind
Embrace these rhymes, no more panic in dreams
Now anarchy screams…no love from balcony scenes
Defied my race, won’t be surprised by hate
My thoughts and my pen defined my fate
Gutter intelligence, my minds up with the cons
Fuck where I belong, pain gets sucked from tha bong
I love luck buts it gone…deceased and rotten
What’s the meaning behind scriptures believed but forgotten?
See kids flee when the cops come, panic and strife
Although it seems that I’m not done, I’ve had it with life


-hook-

The raps I’m spittin’ help me accept the facts on livin’
When I put pen to paper I just map traditions
Relapse with writtens that destroy and collapse ya visions
Garbage rhymes scripted from past decisions


-Dimension-

Ancient Scriptures, visible on Painted Pictures...
Tainted Dictions, Got me Debaten whetha I’m Haten Fiction....
Im Saitins Victim, in Disbelief of this Rough Presteege...
No Lucks Concieved, even Struggling to Out Tuff the Breeze....
Therez Lust Indeed, to diminish Tomorrows, Pain and Sorrow....
We Gain and Borrow, the Money and Fame, and the Nice Named Cars Yo..
When i Write, I cause Fright like Artillery Strikes....
Hard Killings at Night, Give me the Right to Despite this Disgusting Life....
That i see in my Eyes, hoping in the End, There'll be No Trend of Strife....
Trust ya Demise, Dont Pretend to be a Friend, and Stab ya niggas in the Back like a Knife.......