(Verse)
Homicide and cracker legions
Fine is my religion, define is my description

Bind to cultural issue, withblindin' my intuition
Abide from my implies, confine for my petition
But time and reminiscing

Back where I produce when I write the rhymes in the kitchen
About motivoes and broken stoves and whistling song
And empty fridge and porcelain sink full of dishes

Spittin', speak bout this life that we livin'
Go through hard of livin', hopin' for better livin'
Words that make you diverge in this world that we livin'

Well this verse is written words, but none my words aren't written
If you is hearin', then listen
Talent impressive, press to where you're wreckin'

The time and possession
Destined to suppress and make a violent progression
On a malice that wasn't valid and making up for the present

I said you gifted and you be a star
The only thing that I wish is that you seek to go far
And that's far, the judge give you 25 to life

With this movie %#@! I dedicate my life

(Hook x2)

So I'm up day and night, writin' all day, stay up all night
Another long day, another further long nights
Steady writing my wrongs so we make it alright

Alright