My persona is molded from honor//
The respect that only the elect collect//
A vet of eternal warfare but yet...//
There's more here than journals that store fear//
And accept the writings of the shook and frightened//
A book of plight and sightings of demons and titans//
Seen as a stipend to bring balance back to talent rap//
Believed to enlighten and smash the fact//
That we thieving and fighting; nothing more than violent cats//
A camera flash shows words that mammals can't//
Only try and fail, it's only right to lie in hell//
When shackles snap the truth is we're ruthless//
Freedom's for eating, but niggas is toothless//
So we must crush and devour, clutch every hour//
Each minute that slips through fingers keeps niggas...//
On the bus to the tower where bars ain't rap//
Sixteen's ain't verses, their years, life to hearses//
The guards bang gats from ya favorite raps//
Make you flash back to when you had that//
Freedom of leaving this season of grieving//
Sleeping and dreaming's the only time you see a dime//
And tap that, a rat trapped//