yo so many things to be said, so many things to understand,
runnin out of time cause the only dead glass im hittin is sand, (hour glass)
seen so many faces, lived to the fullest, what would i do, give me a clip of bullets,
i aint aiming to my enemies, i aint aiming to my friends, imma rip open the ground, and make the time bend,
imma search for the devil, his ass imma take, the next time you feel an earthquake, thats gonna be my victory shake,
i kno im going to hell, but im going to take that thrown, take with me a nuclear war~head~ cause this niggas getting ~blown~