Before I write I let my mind go blind and let the lord do his thing.
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other.
My raps are a decision, rabble rousing, spiritual, like gospel music. I don't want to dance. We have so many things to deal with, we need to talk straight up and down.
I'll probably be punished for hard living.
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture bomb the hoochies wit' precision, my intentions to get richer.
Don't cry through your dispair.