Chorus
Traviling through time without a bias
life is like riot, if you try it then you'll probably end up dying

rappin so that i can find midus
higher then the highest im flyin



Verses
Life was made for sinnin, mind on a million

It's not about the way you livin, but its how you kill it
gotta split and whip this %#@!,
I get it lit and take your (*##$;

But don't forget what's on your head
can take effect and make amends.
She's misses witty pretty proud to be,

What's under the mask
'findin a place that i can go so i can plunder the mass;
I funded a mass of loud $$# grass

and smoked with dawgs
puff puff pass (*##$.


This life is written in cursive, and im the $#&@in author.
Don't even bother,
The holy father tuggin on my collar, 'tellin me to good

"But who would?"
"You should."
Too bad I'm not too good

thats why they say im too hood

My words are like a brain wash

wash the paint off
the stains on your veins are mamed
and the pain on em

hate on em
close your moth
and listen