visualize things around this image of a civilization's pilgramage..
Ruled by the iron hand..We live our life, but they have it planned..
Liquor stores located in different sectors sell us da supply dat we demand...Cigarretes and alcohol, is da poison they crammed into this concrete land...Its really those two instruments dat have our life in an angle...90 degrees burning chain reaction that we cant handle...After the curtain falls, the truth is more and more uncovered...Plan B is the otha blueprint in the hands of these cowards...Its the most devastating one since it is a smokin gun that fires at will as we try to run the temptation dats prolongued...Same beat and same song... The drug resistance is not that strong for me and anyone to hold on...They let the contraband get in our side of town... White, black, or brown targeted to go down... Some will be able to withstand the heat, while our own people begin to sell the poison trying to make a giant leap...For what distance is their goal?... Digging our lives to find gold...True reality thats kind of cold.. Livin in the "Ghetto" is how the bets go...Live by the rules of the streets.. Cops and robbers constantly runnin track meets... Around blocks.. An everyday thing like me not talking with my pop's.. The parasytes of the drugz have left me scarred and damaged... I stop, lookin forward i try to manage....Escaping pounding blows by randy savage's elbows straight to my sternum.... I cant talk with my mentor, savior, most important, my father... He gave me love and care when mom's was to busy doing her hair.. Taking physical challenges, Family Double Dare, we did everything, me and pops as a pair... Time changes these moments dat we shared...Things outside were clear, but inside, it was no joys and cheers... Influeces by the system showed its presence... DSA was now my way of life...Drugs, Sex, & Alcohol all night till da morning rays hit my eyes so bright... I try to come back to da life i use to have.. I didn't want to grow up, i was a toys us kids shining next to my dad.. The plan worked for the holders of the light...Seperated the pureness and infaltrating the mind state of total darkness..i'm drowning in their lake next to da lock ness... Monster that eats our lives as they sit eating their red lobster... This flow is getting longer and longer.. I don't give a fuck if yall say it is... i'm doing it for da kids... Shit, i could care less...You think this is a poem, ryme or a mess... I like what i right and yall could try to be the best of the best... The Illest "M.C's" with ego's so big, that their weight pushes no further like my peeps trying to cross the border in the 4 quarter..Many things the system brings as the thin line gets shorter... Watch and be ready....The cheese they plant in tha trap is petty... But tha snap of its wrath is more deadly... Tools that they use makes us abuse our body, mind, and soul... Now i'm done with this cool flow that i freestyled, stoppin and thinking what the next verse might be bringing... That is how i do it...its not to hard to set your mind apart and create verbal art... This is how i escape the harsh reality...Writing flows to show how the system goes... Drink, smoke it, or snort it through your nose .... The system has us crawling on our knees as the kryptonite glows... and i'm out... Krisskass (Sonny Brooks)...Represent my roots.. South Central Los Angeles Killafornia... Shout outs to my comrads and The DSA crew... And finally my family..i thank god they are still with me no matter what the system influences me...

1 word...damn