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