" Funny how life always seems to give the answers to the questions in your mind through out the day that you be askin. Never pray to offer thanks, always askin Him for help, for a problem you have caused and probably brought upon yourself. Wicked is the ways that we livin everyday. Never takin time to give and yet we give our time away, for a momentary fix to try to keep the pain at bay. Hell's become my second home, my comfort zone in which I stay. Painted plastic smiles everyone has bought a dream. Wakin up to see this nightmare beggin God to get some sleep. Such a waste of life, someone else deserved to live. You abort another baby while you're snorin in your crib. Raise a little passion with this gift that I call rappin. Not concerned with what's inside but we all love the shiny package. Say you can't relate unless the message is immoral. I ain't talkin bout sexual favors when I offer you some oral, sorta like reverse felatio when comin out the mouth. Plant a seed to grow a tree so you can go and cut it down, buildin me a crucifix to sacrifice my sound, while my branches never touch the sky but still my roots grow underground. "
