I was a kid, born with a fiery halo, says no preachers slapping crisco,
Telling me to let go, of the demons scheming from the gitgo,
Born in the months of a Virgo, and there if i go, got the light stored,
All across the shores, I feel the breeze, and the winds blowing slowly,
Caught a whiff of the spiritual drift, almost pushed me to the cliff,
Keep a spliff, chunky light the blunts pass it slowly, to my homies,
Thinking of ways to make pays, but it seems shadiness, is the only way,
To make an honest pay,
I could grow a jheri curl like O'Shea, make y'all ******* fear me, hear me,
Out I'm not ever gone rap about, that fake ****, make or take it,
We talking points, high and publishing so why, lie to yourself,
It ain't good for ya health, now you gotta move ya steps in stealth,
But I say **** that, I talk back, so what if I die it was my time to die,
Never question why, of the universe I speak so real in this verse,
I swear you'll see make shaking in my hearse, every soul is terse,
Once the crossover begins, make peace with ya sins before ya ending,
Brad told y'all, he never seen a man cry, til he seen a grown man die,
I can't even lie, even though tears flooded my eyes, can't save his demise,
I realize the game of life, is chest, tryna avoid the check mate *****,
Feeling bigger once ya pockets pass seven figures, there's a hitter,
Just waiting to get Cha, tells from the hood naw it's tales of the good,
And the bad, just poetries of visions I had in my note pad,
Became a reality, why nobody, see the evilness in this society,
Lurking at a snail pace, stuck in a rat race, different place a new face,
Waiting to get a taste, of ya blood on their hands, see inflation in demand,
Families is crumbling, no more humblesness just pain to ingest,
Only the real feel this, somebody get this torch out my hands, I'm loosing it,