an insight on thoughts i create, we re-late to those whove erased our fate//

politicians confused, keeps me wishin theyd loose, already petitioned to bruise, and thats what i choose//

tha news broke upon dons who lost ones, those who lost sons to gangstas who crossed guns//

spreadin shells like rain that fell on those devils, an only rebel elevated to another level cast out by pebbles//

i settle wit metal tucked into my pants, my bullets can dance then put u in a trance//

i prance through hills and abandoned-caves stranded-for-days, bring me out cause ive been plannin-this-phase//

its escape but tha stairs are rusty, smokes gettin dusty but my girl didnt trust-me, so i found her tha next day in rubbel it digusts-me//

blackin out from tha site of death, all that weed closin my chest, cant even take a breath//

hands cant be held steady, tired of tha bull shit you fed-me, so i sit cause im ready//

that and im feelin a little sick, cant believe your gone from my trip, i awake where i slipped//

now i got a concussion, my brain had an eruption, now im bustin rhymes while you suckin//

no touchin my rush-is quite nice like such-shit, it must-fit, for i touch-clits.