In my mind I'm a blind man doin' time.
If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day.
Should we cry when the pope dies, my request we should cry if they cried when we buried Malcom X
Can't nobody touch me right now. Maybe next month all of this will be over. But this month I'm takin' every movin' target out.
Expose foes wit my hocus pocus flows, they froze now suckas idolize my chosen blows
They wanna bury me im worried. Im loosin my mind look down the barrel of my nine and my visions blurry. Fallen to pieces am I guilty? I pray to the lord but his laws be unfortunate because im guilty.