[Verse 1]
We live this
Trapped in the belly of the sickness
It's sick and sadistic like six six sixes
It's arithmic I sit with a lit spliff
My heart split into bits over big sis
Just slit her wrists and left a letter on the bed
Begging for forgiveness
That's why I writ this
You chiefs can't get it
But you can quicker then scrib's can say bill it
Overstand [Blud] it's deeper than lyrics
When prayers exchange chains for half of the spirit
Trapped in a maze of masquerades and mimics
It might sound harsh mate
But to me we're living in the last days
The same thing my pops say before he pa**ed way
Now all I got is my youths and my Mar-J
So our Father, who art in heaven
Send me the will and strength of sixty henchmen
[Verse 2]
Cause I'm [?] with words, Draw swords sever the verse
Ever ready with a machete for whatever occurs
I heard heavens on Earth
Then I reckon we're cursed
Destined to burst weapons while repping our turf
To just get left in a hearse
You'll be resting with worms
Or we can converse
Keep it blessing the herbs
[And spreading the word]
I move with an incredible urge to merk anything that's testing my firm
It's better they learn