My blood G cold, never seen my dad cry. And I'm a bleed your block til the cash dry!
Anyone who ain't family is opposition
The half moon on the bank of the river's devotion. That's the stab wound, born from the killer emotion
I'm puttin' pressure on you kids like I'm a soccer mom.
I talk alot about death so I should do it soon... Maybe under the cold breeze of a bluish moon
I'm a warrior, I went into jail for the drama. I'm the story of the terrorist cell of Osama