The last of the dying breed, yes indeed, I'm an old soul on the wayside of the need,
A broken seed, but felt the greed,
Inside of my mother wombs, cracked the egg out of the spiritual tomb,
Now I'm up in this heirloom, of madness saw nothing but gladness,
Once I was pushed out my mother thighs, we both had tears in our eyes,
But it was her joy and pain, and I was letting out the pain, as the blood rained,
All over my body, cursed by nature and the emotional comraderies,
Even before the sun rides, into darkness replace by the moons elegance,
Glowing showing, wisdom comforts in the most deepest part,
Of the heart apart, from the real, saw visions of many holding the steel,
And still, got nothing to show but hurt pain and drama,
slashes with no comma,
Feel the trauma, meditate wisdom, when it's no more happy days and imma,
Show em how I ride out the killer in me,
Since the days of infantry,
I was born to die to why, even try to change me