My belly's filled with artifacts that are hard to trap//
They sort of blast out my mouth as the hardest raps//
Out the East, my part is that of a king or prince//
That was put in this world just to breathe and sin//
In the deeper end ya ass paddles, a shallow mind...//
Keeps you from drownin', don't even fathom dyin//
Death's a fantasy to those who accept insanity//
To the sane it's our fate mayne, a destined tragedy//
Accepted gladly by death wishers, who use a knife//
To stick and slit they wrist in suicide//
Most of them cats back illin' in Hell//
"Thou shalt not steal", these fools steal from themselves//
Take their own body and dignity, living as felons//
Like Bobby and Whitney, sold their ticket to Heaven//
For crack to sniff, the statistics pattern shifts//
'Til the hardship of being broke when young and alone is just a myth//