if i was standin face-to-face with death an was givin 24 hours left/
id spend 15 hours attemptin to learn how to resurect/
then deflect to workin on leavin my legacy to b remembered/
render a published copy of my poetry, thats my epicenter/
not to mention record every rap i've ever written/
find me a lovin chicken to produce me some kittens/
so i can have a seed to someday breathe the air i breathe/
an caryon everything ive attempted in my lifes reach/