Baptized in private for the rapture of the public, but you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gon love it, see you can take the boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie cause you know my spirit loves to see the white man bleed, to feed my kids for generations, what's a better temptation that I could think of?, well, staying hungry though it's not revealed, a hidden track in my lost and found life full of searching for myself, that's a cult classic!, if I died then it drastically sales within the underground I call hell, heard you call it unique, I brung a presence in a way in which I knew my purpose well beyond the grave of this mainstream *******, never giving answers to the question I had, "What's to die for?", if you lie just to keep you alive, selling out, feeling safe with the one's that got your soul on lockdown, shoot first, ask later!, why I had to be a killer to the whole **** industry that made me a killer?!, you can't tell me how to live though you tried, I'm sentenced as a menace cause of testament where fools tried to test me, let me live!, I got the passion to collaborate with you if you're only resurrected from this ****, we gave it up, living on Mars, feeling stars blow up!- fore they shine, and leave true scars on this *******, and that's the only light I see from being undercover, and that's the cover art *******!