Strike of my palm

with the strike of my palm

i make em cry for they mom

Embody the wrath of God

like the light of

Islam.

coming down like a bomb

you can see the sight through my songs

the herb is so strong

got me feelin righteous and calm

flashbacks of the streets like i was a fighter in Nam

so i seek a lighter and a hit from the bong

super smokin like i

spent a tokin with chong

acknowledging that sometimes

even i can be wrong

but still in the long run

i enlighten my dogs

I pray to my god

and thank Him

that my soul isn’t gone

some people have a void like a hole in a broad

so hoe-ish shituations dont ever belong

I know this is kinda random

im holding this Acappella

for ransom

so understand im not taking any chances

like a rebel in a mansion feeling handsome

im aware of all the haters on my friends list

will turn into my fans list……ok thats it