Pains felt without
A dagger
Tryna to escape the misery
On a broken
ladder
Enclosed with fire and
Bounded Desire
So stay in line
This ain't no sublime
And prepare for hells
divine


A taste of gin will give
You many sins
****** ****** but you got no
Feelings
We was made for death since
My first birth
So don't you fall behind get
In line
And prepare for hells
Divine

Try to tell our selves that
We're
immortals
That's a lie because I see mortals
Combat
With a permanent stat now what's up
On that
Walk with a hat on a staggered
Line
Tryna prepare for  Hells
Divine