My only fear of death is reincarnation.
I use my last breath to reach the whole nation.
How could they call me murderer from my spoken word.
This composition be my prophesy I hope it’s heard.My only fear of death is reincarnation.
I use my last breath to reach the whole nation.
How could they call me murderer from my spoken word.
This composition be my prophesy I hope it’s heard.Hard words be spoken many promises broken.
As if it’s useless to hope they got me constantly smoking.
My role model was a cold bottle of Old-E.
Surrounded by my closest homies but nobody knows me.
I pry to God it aint easy,
Half the cops in California got a hard on to squeeze me.
Running through the back streets hoping over fences
Trying to shake the fucking k-9’s, running around senseless... huh...
I’ll probably be a mystery to many but a legend to some.
I been a man for many women, but a husband to none.
Incase you see me out in traffic looking nerves and high.
My hands, holding my pistols will they serve us or die.
May God forgive me for my crooked ways.
I didn’t mean it,
Knew I fall in love with money the first day that I seen it.
Maybe now they can understand, my occupation.
It’s clear that my only fear of death is reincarnation.My only fear of death is reincarnation.
I use my last breath to reach the whole nation.
How could they call me murderer from my spoken word.
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