bomb shell casing around me im fire personofied//
my mic purity is only comparable to my religion, bonafide//
walls against my side tight roping lyricism perfection//
words speak the heart those who lack the connection are only guessin//
i sit and laugh at stupid jokes while blood is being shed//
should i feel perpetually sullen because another human beings dead?//
imagine a nation of thugs considered a world power//
unifying every ghetto every one with crack, dope and a flower//
utilization is tamin spirits while ignorant eyes cannot see//
the ultimate task force of words manifested thru me//
its been sed what i speak is a poem my words worthy of the pearly gates//
but its unfurling hate that keeps my lyricism in lucifers crates//
i sleep in roswell cause my intergalactic knowledge is not yet known here//
for being hot and sicker then the average enemies think i show fear//
gaurenteed to deliver illness like aids poisoning my motherland//
not just guns but microphones can leave nations in genocide from this undacova man//
1luv.