suffering pressure

with a steel fist, that hasn't found love

hugging the coastline, seashore residence

in the morning, you'll be seeing 'em flock

but by the evening, you'll be seeing 'em drop

but when you choose on, don't let the dough make you nameless

i'll take this way beyond the matrix of your fake kids

yeah, nephews left shoe

and i guess, im just a jar

when im stumbling crumbling and it all falls down

i never plucked an eyelash, i only, wished it goodbye

but when i wrote something lovely with my ink

you can feel it in your blood

aces high..........

Drak is low....