I feel like a merciless soul
searching for a purpose where a purchase not my soul
hoping that my goals
coincide with the intentions that uphold
and decisions that relate to faith written on face big and BOLD
I know
through all the many schemes and dreams painted in green
the envy that rocked a generation hasn't entered my genes
but the green in my jeans hooked up to the government from the feins
Its like, I'm the delivery of the product, they stock it
in communities over in projects
and I only see a percentage of bullsh** in the logic
I got it, I never profit
but popular always pocket
The devil constantly boxing me
I'm undefeated but other constantly dropping
probably through hypocrisy
and if they can't flex him, how they knocking me
everything is a business, I witness the heaven and hell on every blemish
The letters of every gimmick, I read em but never really was wit it
I end it all with d**h before dishonor of my image
It was written