Oct 2021
Saw murderers eyes, death's on the rise, demise the real, that realize,
Fools coping for figures, but the guns is a surprise, see outlaws make ties,
Baby pensions, need I mention, born in this prison, and it was written,
Yosef the prophet, was made to take hits, from face chest to stomach,
Hard to focus, all these gun shots, making my head rock, at the doors that knock,
On heavens doorway, asking the lord, can he forgive the evilness, that preys,
Amongst the souls of the wicked, always wanted a meal ticket,
But since I punched my clock, hear sirens of the cops, as my heart drops,
Below 10 degrees, I feel the souls of the folks, that passed before me,
A burning sensation, it's like moses at the bush, in the land of kush,
Let my thoughts at ease, this ain't a tease, just another Kings disease,
Hit the Kingsley gin, hoping I make ties within, before my final resting,
I see many heads nesting, for sorrow but yo, ya life could be ended, tomorrow,
Swallow my pride, walk the valleys where no one can hide, as pressure collides,
I'm seeing myself next to myself, is it my conscious or just another belt,
Tied around my soul, tryna control every numerical, order another slaughter,
I guess I'm dead, so many hearts I red, yearning for empty coffin beds,
Soldiers marching in silence, erupted through hallways of violence,
Decked with metals, put my foot to the pedal, feel the tears of rose pedals,
Touching my casket, feel no griefs from my cold heartless *******, masters,
Of pain, cycling each century's domain, can you feel the rain?, exercise *******,
For temporary moments, mark the opponent, for no reasons to complain,
I keep it simple and plain,
Scriptures of holy words, encrypted into my brain, cant really explain,
How I keep the words elastic, another death of a poet, spitting raw classics,
Now that the tears done rolled away, now everybody, got something nice to say,
I sit in my cornered room, feeled with gloom, like Al Simmons, visiting his tomb,
Hard to consume, this new life, no folks no family no kids, or no wife,
Stuck in a militant mind, fires all over me, ready for chariots, to take me,
Take me into another world, just spirits lounging, no boys no girls,
Just a battlefield, ain't no peace shields, heavens been warring with hell,
See where all thoughts fail, I'm here to tell, the truth, lay it as my holy grail,
This ain't a ship to sail, on vibe to the instrumentals words, of this song,
Ya hum along, and I'm gone, cries from the skies, to cleanse the earth's pain,
Left my soul as a stain, back at home, on throne, where my first life began,
Fools coping for figures, but the guns is a surprise, see outlaws make ties,
Baby pensions, need I mention, born in this prison, and it was written,
Yosef the prophet, was made to take hits, from face chest to stomach,
Hard to focus, all these gun shots, making my head rock, at the doors that knock,
On heavens doorway, asking the lord, can he forgive the evilness, that preys,
Amongst the souls of the wicked, always wanted a meal ticket,
But since I punched my clock, hear sirens of the cops, as my heart drops,
Below 10 degrees, I feel the souls of the folks, that passed before me,
A burning sensation, it's like moses at the bush, in the land of kush,
Let my thoughts at ease, this ain't a tease, just another Kings disease,
Hit the Kingsley gin, hoping I make ties within, before my final resting,
I see many heads nesting, for sorrow but yo, ya life could be ended, tomorrow,
Swallow my pride, walk the valleys where no one can hide, as pressure collides,
I'm seeing myself next to myself, is it my conscious or just another belt,
Tied around my soul, tryna control every numerical, order another slaughter,
I guess I'm dead, so many hearts I red, yearning for empty coffin beds,
Soldiers marching in silence, erupted through hallways of violence,
Decked with metals, put my foot to the pedal, feel the tears of rose pedals,
Touching my casket, feel no griefs from my cold heartless *******, masters,
Of pain, cycling each century's domain, can you feel the rain?, exercise *******,
For temporary moments, mark the opponent, for no reasons to complain,
I keep it simple and plain,
Scriptures of holy words, encrypted into my brain, cant really explain,
How I keep the words elastic, another death of a poet, spitting raw classics,
Now that the tears done rolled away, now everybody, got something nice to say,
I sit in my cornered room, feeled with gloom, like Al Simmons, visiting his tomb,
Hard to consume, this new life, no folks no family no kids, or no wife,
Stuck in a militant mind, fires all over me, ready for chariots, to take me,
Take me into another world, just spirits lounging, no boys no girls,
Just a battlefield, ain't no peace shields, heavens been warring with hell,
See where all thoughts fail, I'm here to tell, the truth, lay it as my holy grail,
This ain't a ship to sail, on vibe to the instrumentals words, of this song,
Ya hum along, and I'm gone, cries from the skies, to cleanse the earth's pain,
Left my soul as a stain, back at home, on throne, where my first life began,
