Yo i was born into a fantasy
Where everybody paralyzed
Into reality the man in me
Is ready for gore either or
Or what's in store
I smell war by the shore
Even though im scorned
I got my ammunition
Just awaitin' on the strike
From the covert commission
Sing it !!!!!

Since i awoke i let the guns provoke
Make any spec or hater choke
Dont try to cope
With the natural born enemy
Yo america aint never been friendly
Been killin' us since fifteen thirty three
Im a tell you the truth
That society dont see
Its alot more reign than sunshine
On that other side
Theres no where yo *** can hide
And ride on em glide like clyde
And if you a trick
Ya better let me ride survive
Naw ya gone die mysteriously
If ya aint got no love for my pistol piece
Sing it!!!!!



They rather see us dead
Uh rolling over in my bed
Tryna to shake the feds
In my dream i see alot of cream
But all i hears is violent scream
They covert try to stop my support
Got millions of ways
To get paid stay from the crossroads
But something still.pushin'
I see an early grave abode
Dont care stop j stare just to look at the sun
It shines the brigther on a sunday
I feel for those livin' gun play
Overseas im still tryna **** these fleas
And make the nations bow
Now hands onya knees
Sing it!!!!!