When the revolution come, you can see me on the front line Firing my gun, standing right beside my son If I go, it's understood that I stood for something When my whole life, they told me, I was good for nothing. I was raised by the stray dogs, blazed off, layed off Breaking laws, graveyard shifting every day war. Focus now, notice how, things change, soldier I remain the same, I'm older now, I embrace the pain I blame the struggle, nearly drove me insane. No tears for the reaper, I've buried bout a thousand In graffiti, "rest in peace" sprayed off throughout streets.....So calm with an ASE in hand. I slip in and out the scene mostly chillin in the cut...lol. I live an interesting life and I'm surrounded by gifted brothers. Wielding an alchemical like power to create something out of nothing is empowering but I keep it humble like Jesus did....