my third eye reaches the realm of reality with thoughts tracin/
on how to get my nigga off the hook without an ulitmatum/
street team rhyme resurrected from birth to six feet under rewinds/
the life cycle of the prophets first son/ emotions are perplexed daily drama seems fun/
routine for a schziophrenic/ death threats guns and mans actions creates a new synthetic/ times ended for another niggas life/ detectives at his residence breakin the news to his wife/ know second thoughts runnin through my mind/ drivin through a tornado with a quarter of E&j and 1 blunt left from my dime/ my choice made up/ i got call from my lieutinant that ur old earths reached the essence/ young man to elder of the family in the presenece/ now niggas gotta follow me/ burdened with responsibility/ feedin otha families the stress is killin me/ breakin my amoeba cells/ hopin i aint have this money just anotha ex-con from jail/ oh well take the pain and horror on my shoulder/ stock portfolios and deposit slips in the accountants folder/ for my niggas if i meet an untimely fate/ i reached the pearly gate and just wait, wait, wait/