The first sounds to freedom …. Might sound like this, Might empty out a clip, Just to prove I exist, This life makes me wanna holla, The dirt we do for dollars, Revolving door daddy’s, And walk away Father’s, I’m starring at this revolver, With a demon on one shoulder, And a chip on the other one, My mind is so troublesome, Salvation or slavery, There’s a Razor Blade line, I’m saying watch who you worship, And to whom you pay your tithes, I couldn’t ever run out of rhymes, About my life and times, Soliloquies for street violence, South East state of mind, I came by it honest, Speak scripture and sonnets, Paint pictures in the sky, Whisper poems to the angels, I’m that damn fly, I'm speaking about the ancients, And all the times that I’ve tried, Dear love I’m sorry, I just can’t get right, That’s probably why I write so much, I’d sing the blues if I could, Cause life is so tough, But my favorite Color’s Red, So many dudes who live like me are dead, Nightmares and nigga songs are all that live in my head, I dream of my children’s smiles wake up and pray, Cause tears won’t seem to fall and words they just won't stay.