disconnect the respect from the dilect of my words spoken/
deck the necks of infinected feds who made my words broken/
by off the cop who caught me wit pot with a token/
hold the shot in the glock and only pop whose mopen/
no prison situation situated in my visions im hopen/
im within my written but only spittin my thinkin and hope its all dope man/
my throats tied, i dont know why but i still try ta spit tight but im knotted like im rope hanged by the whole klan/