Love makes a great story yet it truly has no place in this world. that's the trick, we are taught to focus on the wrong virtue for our salvation and that is why we are failing as humans... " I was born with the devil on my heels, the tubes were choking me/ dying for air, fists balled up, who's provoking me?/ my moms raised me bastard, the streets made me bananas/ I was raised in warfare and handling heavy hammers/ my life like my persona/ cold hard and full of drama/ gunfights and long bids it seems the life is just my karma/ I try to hide my pain while I chase my passions/ why my mans keep dying and yet I'm lasting?/ for these straws I'm grasping/ and I'm tired of asking/ just preparing for that day that I'm a go out blasting/ with all black on, and the all black fitted, all teams on it/ two guns screaming,eyes that's haunted/ who dat want it?/ my teams locked or popped up/ I see the world through bars and a heart that's locked up/ ride around in cars with the ignition chopped up/ nine cocked, ready to raise the stocks on chalk up...
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I've done everything in my power to destroy myself and yet I'm still here, healthy in mind and body. I have to consider that I have a purpose. I'm not aware of that purpose yet if this is true, I am untouchable until I serve whatever beings' purpose that put me into play.
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