im captured slowly flowin thru my confusion's rapture
my technique is holy growin and its finally gettin at cha
try to hold me down and render motionless like im spellbound
my rhymes are cold sounds fightin like we got twelve rounds
im goin all out till the day i fall out and they bury me
with the greatest of all respects i be in Arlington Cemetery
just remember me for words and engrave them on curbs
wont be mad i'll be glad like the trash bag cuz im free like birds
somewhere quiet with a divine peace just layin deceased
no stress with complete rest and thats just the least
only God can judge me and He'll be the one to rub me
and make me pure holy since He's the one who loves me
watchin from above i see the wrongness in everyones lives
the little ones try to rise but elders dont like the small fries
so they keep 'em down like they're slaves they dont care
since they dont care they wonder why come prepared
with guns its cuz we have to have protection from the older ones
we rob and steal cop and wheel and make bolder runs