See the eyes through a gangsta,
Quick to gat cha, or shank ya,
Then say thank ya,
For making, life easy easy sticks,
So I'm not greasy,
No slipping allowed, see the murdered crowd, taking a vow,
To death's golden child,
Standing on top, of the pile,
Rowdy as they come,
Feeling like Tookie, when I break out
Hellstorm,
Feel the beats, of wraths drum,
Far from dumb,
Could even make a cold heart numb,
Mephisto lost son,
Strings of chaos from the demon nun, they don't want none,
I crush domes, now you see ya life floating,
Away on the pavement son,
So many wanna be Lucky, like Luciano, but ain't seeing the keys, on the piano,
Souls en fuego, let go of ya ego, so you can peep the unscripted sequel,


Tears drawn from unwanted feels,
See how many pigs would squeal?,
If they could trade the sequel,
But they dont wanna feel the steel?
Cuz **** gets too real?
Evil to good in the same playing fields,
Would you exchange swords,
Over words for some crisp bills,
From drug deals, to the legal spills,
To the real, gangstas on Capitol Hill,
Who ain't giving up, their position, to much powers to reel,
And still, they say I love you, but in the same stitch, they hate you,
Preach peace, but all I see is war,
They say embrace love, but all I see is hate steaming from the pores,
All out doors, say they open but closed, when it comes to poor,
They feeding, on hope and instincts, hoping you dont think,
I saw their *******, when I first opened my eyes, got whipped to the wisdom that flys, through out the skies,