Tell my children come back to me, follow along with the verses,
False prophets call for the worst but you can never be certain,
Some people lie cuz they believe, some people lie to control you,
Just know I will never lie cuz I would die for my morals,
I live for anyone listening, tell my friends far away that I miss them,
Return is the goal but never envy the mission,
Cuz shit is sick, navigating the twists and turns of my inner curves
Blisters like a litmus acidic burn, figure different words,
Describe the unforgiving nature of the wars fought,
To survive, you gots to be a sure shot,
Hit your targets, pop until they all drop,
There ain’t no room for mercy, they own the water when all the world is thirsty,
This isn’t just rap, they preying on my innocence,
Praying that I fall victim to the lure of blissful ignorance,
This, was written late at night when I couldn’t sleep,
Awake and typing out my life on a beat.

Pulling rhymes is like pulling teeth,
Blowing time, pondering the things I couldn’t be,
Wouldn’t be, shouldn’t be, such a waste of time,
If I can’t make the world listen, I’ll just make it mine,
Take it a day at a time (take it a day at a time)
Take it a day at a time (take it a day at a time)
Take a chance, paint the canvas, make a purer portrait,
Good rappers make great corpses.

It’s mostly murder out there, i’m just so close I don’t care,
ain’t no emotion like scared to give motion to those frozen souls,
poached what was theirs, so now it’s mine, finders keepers, losers weepers,
Student graduated, now i’m schooling teachers, who you think is
better? I assure you they ain’t got the heart enough
To part with all the stuff they love, give that garbage up,
Get your barrage up, death marching these artless fucks to a shallow grave,
War-torn, battle-scathed...searching through the scattered brain
Of a drug-addled mud-covered savage,
Afraid to be alive so he passed away,
You’ll find the spark of something greater, the mark of a visionary,
The passion for a practice they won’t acknowledge is magic made,
But I suppose that’s the life that was chosen for him,
Inspiration bursting forth into an open forum,
Let’s discuss, fear, pride and disgust,
Ears and eyes to the front...pay attention.