Coiled to the sound of silence vibrating among mortal men I lay into my own literature to prevent further violence. Better than the gat you got packed this pen baby bleeds in my name throw her up and hear screams of niggas peeling back their shame the damned come back roasted and bloated on my side now they my army and sorted. All I ever needed was some homies and a girl who'd give me head every mornin but what can I say when you find me posted with a blunt and brew like I was not knowin just know I was so into myself for you. I come back for part two and it's clearer than day itself what a man needs and the world tells themselves cause the real never finish and I keep my flow vintage so one day you wont have me but only your brain and nigga I'll be damned if I'll be taken in vain. So sit back and puff on the j or drink up but if you gonna ignore the words of soldiers then brotha you have a lot further to ride than I. This is no white horse and I tell no lie my vision is to spit this on beats and make heaps so I'll only give it up by deaths grip I got myself so hyped up i called hitler a crip. Part three brought a little of the same just touched up a different shade I been a stupid motherfucker too so I know where that shit lead smokin raid evading trades and what can I say but I'm a man too. I've gone insane and fucked my brain listen to me if you wanna avoid the freight train. I been around niggas who tried to save ass and face yet all I've found is to go at your own pace. Don't be afraid to make mistakes raise the stakes cuz with no risk comes no reward and death is not the worst. You can ask half the general pop, not at the same time cuz they fear feeds fear breeds fear but when you find something worth keep get your mind clear I aint going nowhere this is the self prophecy of real and if I get caught in the crossfire this is my feel.