Yeah as the sun won't come out,
Black Moses standing stout,
With the commandments,
Of a snipers route,
God given walking the ranks of Jesus,
But never seen holes in me,
Only loyal woman packed
Close to me,
Transition to royalty,
From the higher power that be,
Can't help that I can see,
The harm around me, take a close
Look at society,
Why they, eyeing me, too much clout
Rising like Marcus Garvey,
In the 20s everybody, getting hyped
From the words typed,
Chips of summer madness, replacing
The sadness,
Suffering since adolescence,
Still feel the pain of my brothers,
Raised by single mothers,
Struggled with manhood, streets
Became my daddy,
Feel with hatred and treachery,
Focus on divine trajectory,