My pen will creep in ya home like a dust mite /and its colder then the tips of the fingers that’s touch ice/
man I swear to u the shit I share wit u nun nice/ now and days I vision my death as a paradise /everything I
write about my emotional pass site/man its kicking holes in my heart like a pair of knights/ and its burning
my soul like a can of hot sprit /how everything im loving die hard or taken away/ half of my insane mind
saying goodbye /I dont rap wit flow I let my shit fly /so say goodbye to all the thing that are waving
goodbye/ im just freestylin I don’t wanna beef/ im just here to rhyme so any one who wanna battle feel
free/ cause I don’t mind go ahead and take ya time/ don’t brag cause ya shit will neva be better then mine.