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