Verse one
I'm like a days fast tested to tackle the task no mas break em bad
I'm back baking crabs shirt plaid official pistol left it in rehab
it's peace but if some fag steps the shank rips the flab
Thought you'd see me by the elevator know you see the shaft
The types i don't like that bark and flash to get blown in half
By solders of math that mash you potatoes til' toes get tagged
Autopsy explains what he had too much beer and pot
stayed focused on fear, and thought and all that street talk
Left as the last to walk my wallies bloody leaving trails on sidewalks
so never regret wisdom told respect the most who embark
shadows so dark they resemble his true nature, fear, and anguish
his tantrums most friends can't distinguish or comprehend the anger
the fellow-ship was broken over arguements between friends, and strangers
a street code that some couldn't de-cipher
it's like a newly trained bomb specialist versus macguyver
May you be the vehicle and allah be the driver
wars come unknown times but with very few survivors
find a liver writer and we can debate who's liver?
Used to stay higher than a sky-diver or drunk-driver
when friends fight i don't choose sides i walk away
go home light a bone and reflect on the day
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