Imaginary players, from the spiritual Himalayas, naw im just a player,
In this game, we all came from the same,
Miscounted the change,
Now the taxes is strange, broke ****** poppin' thangs,
Cuz they got bad aim, took in advice from the lames, the emotions untamed,
Burn glory just to get fame, enscribed my name,
Next to Jesus, philosophy thesis, please believe us,
Its ****** capitol, and in guns we trust, just look at the US surplus,
Maxed out wars, centuries of scars, early settlers know who we are,
I see the grit in ya eyes, like Jafar,
And dont look too far,
The stars, is too bright, its like a cuaght glimpse of the light,
Shining blindin, haters underlinin,
I plot my skill wise and,
Better than Solomon, watching for Sheba, while puffin' cheeba,
I jet faster than a cheetah,
Lay knowledge that feed ya,
Eternal soul, a new vessels, as the pressure, stresses you,
They say we one, only two things, is true, thata the outcome,
Born to die, so in the caskets we lie, and the fake tears that cry,
Jumping for skits, ghetto bits, so many of us led as misfits,
Broken system, see the rhythm i lay, im tryna get ya, out of prison,
My intentions is bold,
Id rather die young than old,
I treat my soul, more precious than gold,
Down in the valley I roll,
Stroll the darkest night with no fright,
Let my wings spread, as I spark the holy ignites,
