I invision my body twisting/rods crusing though my bones/pain fusing with my moans/subdued by blows from stones/ the mentailly/of a mental ralley/that invokes the dome/it's home/to where we rome/taught to be on our own/Home to moms with crack babies are born/ Home to where bums run the street with no home/home to fiends/who life is ending/kids feet cut from broken bongs/home to young princesses put their hands together reciting red robbin songs/Home to old men who mind never bloomed/still living in their prime,the dreams were consumed/home to fairy tales/that sell/stories of drug dealers doing well/others barely surviving/wildin to their hell/home to felons/chicken and watermelons/instead of doing well/they made their home a cell/I elevated my vail/instead of trying to touch the brail/thoughts from the dome/let me sail back home

When I grasp the handle/steetle flash heat like candles/leave niggas drooling more than babies/my gat pops more than toasters/I don't wanna touch ya/leave ya brains stuck to the wall like posters/I'm on like coppers/got all types of shit that will chop ya/leave ya head rollin dices/I'm to this rap shit like diappers/just in case/I'm gonna piss in ya face/ anit noway you can wip me/ if I was word you couldn't type me/leave ya'll smoked like a cars exshaust pipe/my lust is to bust and exspose ya windpipe/bust ya noise and I believe that ya breathing going on strike/every nigga claim's that they ill on the mike/but more like Tyson's last real fight/filled with soundbites/I see shit deeply like satelites/the sun beams of my off my limelight