Though it's a sad world, reminisce on the time I had left with my girl,
Though she's gone, hard to hold on, memories seem to stroll along,
Wish I could shake the feeling, got the junkies itch on your happiness,
Baby I hope you hearing this, probably not,
Yo this is ludicrous,
You got me going crazy, think about the times of us riding lately,
In the caddy, you used to call me daddy, papi and you was my mami,
We supposed to have a kid together, but you caught the stormy weather,
**** the doctors, and the medical industry I know they killed my baby,


The whole world full of Sadness
Nobody can see the gladness
Through x



And many, through the evils of the medicine thrown at chu rapidly,
I miss seeing you happy, tears flooding my eyes since you demised,
Seems like the sun don't rise, no more darkness consumes galore,
Back into my room, I sit and let the pain consume,
Drinking til I catch a zoom, of flashes across my mind stashes,
Of nightmares, no one cares, what you going through the stares,
Of demons walking, next to the circle of your soul that bares,
Next to the stairs, of death I'm loosing my breath, can't find myself,
Steadily looking at the mirror, visions of you blurry, can't see clearer,
Cuz the water in my eyes, wont allow me see so it hide collides,
Into a state of depression, glancing at my Smith and Wesson,
Feeling like Paul Williams for once in my life, I had love, but I lost my wife,

The whole world full of Sadness
Nobody can see the gladness
Through x

It could get you killed, or Mark ya for ya last will, same thing but still,
Folks chasing after a mill, easiest ways to sell ya soul for a deal,
But ask yaself, is it worth it, loosin ya soul, for temporary profits,
See celebrities going through rituals, to sky rocket they careers it's crucial,
Wage their souls to gain control, but no soul light ain't brighten no more,
Bloods filling up the seas, to overseas, mother nature gossips freely,
She just waiting to strike violently, naw god won't be there to help thee,
Ya on ya own, tried to build a throne, falling down like modern day Babylon,
Temples is high tryna play a god, strikes deep in they hearts, and
They wonder why, pain comes to em, in the calmest form, snake charms,
Chattering teeth, once the see the serpent rising from beneath,
Necks hanging like a reef, you an Indian tryna play a chief,
At ease they ain't feeling these, soulful sounds of heaven's melody,
All deceit rolling on tv, money ain't the answer, draws victims like cancer,
Carefully architect the elect, and select, the few who's down with the crew,
They got the Willie brown itch, at crossroads tryna encounter the blitz,
Of ecstasy but them hell hounds, love the scents of souls desperately,
Know the power ain't in money, it's in the soul **** dough, ya know,

I was a kid, born with a fiery halo, says no preachers slapping crisco,
Telling me to let go, of the demons scheming from the gitgo,
Born in the months of a Virgo, and there if i go, got the light stored,
All across the shores, I feel the breeze, and the winds blowing slowly,
Caught a whiff of the spiritual drift, almost pushed me to the cliff,
Keep a spliff, chunky light the blunts pass it slowly, to my homies,
Thinking of ways to make pays, but it seems shadiness, is the only way,
To make an honest pay,
I could grow a jheri curl like O'Shea, make y'all ******* fear me, hear me,
Out I'm not ever gone rap about, that fake ****, make or take it,
We talking points, high and publishing so why, lie to yourself,
It ain't good for ya health, now you gotta move ya steps in stealth,
But I say **** that, I talk back, so what if I die it was my time to die,
Never question why, of the universe I speak so real in this verse,
I swear you'll see make shaking in my hearse, every soul is terse,
Once the crossover begins, make peace with ya sins before ya ending,
Brad told y'all, he never seen a man cry, til he seen a grown man die,
I can't even lie, even though tears flooded my eyes, can't save his demise,
I realize the game of life, is chest, tryna avoid the check mate *****,
Feeling bigger once ya pockets pass seven figures, there's a hitter,
Just waiting to get Cha, tells from the hood naw it's tales of the good,
And the bad, just poetries of visions I had in my note pad,
Became a reality, why nobody, see the evilness in this society,
Lurking at a snail pace, stuck in a rat race, different place a new face,
Waiting to get a taste, of ya blood on their hands, see inflation in demand,
Families is crumbling, no more humblesness just pain to ingest,
Only the real feel this, somebody get this torch out my hands, I'm loosing it,

Jesus Christ was just another *****, tryna fit into the new society picture,
Peep the optics, revolutionary hot picks, see they hate when you off topic,
Broke the government script, now they wanna make me a crip,
But the same bloods gonna drip, gang affiliated pressure,
On a rise, saw black jeeps to tahoes, taking a ride, through my,
Neighborhood and there I stood, plots all over the streets of Herschelwood,
Houston Texas baby, another project to make us crazy,
Rats in a cage, I stay engaged let the beast out of me, constantly on a rage,
But don't let em, see you break cuz they wanna see ya in ya wake,
Another tear shed for another who's dead, keep tallies on the feds,
I stay ahead, I know their game, numbers is all the same flame,
I'd rather accept losses than gain, that way they'll think you ain't change,
I play the role of Hermes, then let god of lightning swarm me,
Can't strike me down, if I gotta lotta souls conscious to ground,
Grim reapers creeping around, another soul waiting to be taken, underground
Yo what's that sound????




Glancing at my cannons, letting shots off like Manning, tryna be,
The last man standing, but y'all ain't understanding,
Me I been made for prophecy, black leader of the new to old society,
Quietly, I gather my thoughts slowly, on a hill I sit mediate to gravitate,
A stronger pull, grew out my wools, let the lamb spread, blood shed,
All over the news spread, they think I'm dead, took what Machiavelli said,
And play dead, what's a ghost when I got my heat, to make the most,
Smoke in the room, no mirrors of cameras to zoom, in the scents,
Of deaths perfume, catch the hellish heirloom, til I touch the tombs,
I'll be making alot of room, too much pain so it's hard to consume,
I thought I was living well, until I seen the spiritual side of hell,
Folks waiting in line, to be judged let the first to the last be behind,
I saw my baby standing from a distance, angel wings presence,
Swarm of seraphim's around me, telling me my time is close to thee,
Winds calling from a grave, how I can I find peace, and still be saved,

Come one come all,
Gather round
And have a ball,
Every few stops is happiness
Hope and brings y'all,
An adrenaline rush,
Where you might luck
Out or feelings crushed,
Doesn't matter though,
As long as you tried
Each daring scenario,
So follow the vibes,
To the rails below,
Feel every single, pressure either
High or low,
Either or the train rolls,
24 seven days a week,
So stand in line,
And purchase a ticket,
All aboard the express, watch the sun rise
To the night of the moon crest,
Can bring out the worse,
Or your very best,
Meditate and mellow out, as you ride the out
The thrills, that gives soul chills,

Check it, the worlds mulatto, more folks need to eat gelato,
Oops I mean gel let to, like my smiff and Wesson's,leggo my eggo,
My ego, I keep it to a minimal, don't need to take in another visual,
I play the smooth criminal, hit em with MJ lean, see what I mean,
Don't try to strike a god, with a knife in the back, end up in a drawback,
See the images of blood splat, no sounds of the click clack, silencers in tact,
I'm Jason Bourne, since I was in the eyes of the storm, comfort harm,
Not from park hill, but park bodies on the hill, this ain't for chills,
I do it for thrills, hard heads of villains, get a taste of the steel,
Feed their grills, coat ya body in blood, man I'm so real, pass **** bill,
Wiggle my toes, watch the death swords swinging like a blow,
Now you below, six feet as I'm counting my dough, with ya ***,
Oh no, can't cherish a *****, who subject to a seven day itch, switch,
Positions, focus like a ****, take money corner spinners of honey's,
Keep it in the family, pimps in blood line,
It ain't no secrecy, prophecy,
Been written, spitting since I was seven and given, times of grief we living,

Fresh cut, with the gangsta strut,
Ladies looking, saying what,
Who that is, looking like he giving the biz,
And I'm just a cool ***, playa,

Can't knock the beat that's rocking, got em out of their seats, boppin' toppin',
Looking for my Mary to be Poppin, ain't no stopping, this smooth *** playa,

Yo baby let's get on, make love til we touch souls, in the horizon,
Let by gones be by bones, and I'm just vibing the song, like a playa,

That I am, that I am, says like Sam, match the slam, bring crowds of mayhem,
******* on the team, of nothing but true *** playas,

I keep it cold, like the phlegm in your throat, icy darts is what I wrote, not many can quote, a true lyricist, sticking this,
Pik style, the noble slayer, just a playa,


Everybody clap ya hands, fellas grab a girl, and just romance,
Save the last dance, play cool on ya chance,
And make moves like a...

Straighten it out, never chase the clout, really doe, real only for the dough,
Ya know, how it flows, straight *******,
Only for the real ......



Ladies y'all know I'm just a....
All my families is just some....
Me and sons some...
Man this song is so....

And we out y'all