Im destined for damnation, need to let out frustration So I threw a Molotov at the nearest police station Tell the reaper that Im waitin, shit, Hell would be a vacation At least I wont need a lighter to spark up them Cali flavors The point is to read the book and burn the chapters after Why are we moving backwards? Mentally we still in shackles Our life, it like sand castles, we are not built to last But if we pack together close enough, the weather, we would stand One day, Ill have a queen and she wont need no weddin band The weight of the world I benchpress, no flexin for the Gram The man that travels many lands withstands and you cant understand Your standards, I am over them, feel like I am petroleum The chosen one, my tongues a sword for ya, I brought my loaded gun
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 06:41:15 +0000