[Verse 1: Chaos]
Uhhhh, This ain't a religious tape
But it been way too hard to be living great
If the bullet came my way I'll say Yahweh and begin giving thanks
Too young to be feeling so old, 2 guns held for a criminal code
I'm too dumb to even make it this far
I'm to done with life what is there still to live for
Bang the end, in the event of me reaped then
The preceding will be me with my own thoughts
In a room full of demons and a recent history getting beaten
Blister me while I'm bleeding, a**isting me when I'm grieving
Listening while I'm speaking a**a**inates all my weakness
Why cause it's strategically k**ing off with a reason
Awakening deities but saying you're only Jesus
Patiently waiting for raptures we all wanna believe it
This ain't religious song, but I got disciples telling me that I did em wrong
And I got apostles with pistols
Who feeling hostile and missiles just to insure that everybody can get along
I am America, no I Am Eric a
Savage who was light hearted till dealing with all these Magdelenes
Silly to wanna marry her, merry living a character
Fairly within the bounds of reality so you're mad again
This is another tragic end, not a religious verse spirited the alley kid
[Verse 2: Delo-Is-King]
Sit back and listen as I rip this sh** with such precision
Everything I write is hard like hieroglyphics
I hate this life I'm livin', Well. .this life I'm given
I gotta make a difference always hated repetition
I reposition my decisions to a different vision
To put a smile on that city that I'm representin'
Gold Grills, Soul Food, home of the Pigeons
Dirty birds and our words gotta country slur
Lord knows I'd never pray for forgiveness
Only that mula and bad b**hes
Living life like this I know it's so wicked
And if I keep it up I will be so gifted
From savage to ratchet, ratchet to ragged
And now we rappin we pa**in these ba*tards
And screaming Hazard
They wanna Ca**ius like clay but I ain't having it
Respect the BK all day but you ain't having it your way
n***as swear they're hard when they're acting
They only get to acting when they don't hear the action
The irony, wipe me down and iron me
Spit rhymes and now I get my dick spit shined and rinsed
By six dimes and they like my 6th sense
I'm all about a dollar like 50 Cent
Ironic you don't think that makes sense
Au revoir Ladies and Gents
[Outro: Chaos]
This is not a love poem
But I put so much heart into it I think my loves gone
And put so much art into this my canvas unknown
Chaoti conquering ish army of 1 strong
Cuz all my friends are amiss and when it ended with *** I could sense blood showing
Knowing I'm headed for better I just budged on
In the clutch of circumstance haven't winced or cried aloud
In bludgeoning of chance head is bloody but unbowed