Chorus(x2)

all i got in this world is my word 'n' my herbs
spit verse after verse till brothers bend it like curbs
they spend a third of what they earn on sum draw n sum herbs
wars start over turf lives lost over peices of dirt
gbh,tbh theres no escape when u trapped in an estate


i trapes the lands scape with a up full of hate
my fate shape twisting a trailer load of dove plate
feeling like bucky ramps forced to retaillate
the fate tryed to replicate but died by the stake
all i nee is my peeps my son and my eights
thats like sevcaen steps away from heven
can u imagen like john lennon catching ur own fish
n growing ur own melon
as the sun becons me and my son watch the sun setin
still the feeling in my heart is unsettleing
im stalked by rellaily and haunted by deppression

chorus(x2)

Its not a joke anymore i told u before i keep a schetti by the door
by law thats not a metaphore its martal law
snake vs evil claw feds burst throught the door
you swore to keep the lock jaw now ur jailing on tour
carveing ur name inside the cell walls
cold d's a-walls loose screws bustin balls
frustrated brothers bustin shots for the corse
as the cameras record what happen on the mission
shot in pulp fiction screw face fellas are cursed with blurred vision
threw simple words your whole life could be missing
its action re-action re-load the ammo to satisfactaion
around sounds clash like sir conxon and saxon
sitting evey section everything will be reveiled with reflexion
and guns some trust but trusts a blind mans wepion
in times of warfare i show no disgression its depressing
i talk on the resin blow the smoke in to the hevens
surounded by kids with wepions the parents need pertecting

chorus(x2)