[Intro]

The need to be great

Turns into an obsession and keeps a n***a up late

Writin' words, hopin' people observe the dedication

That stirs in you constantly, but intentions get blurred



Hook: I'm rhyming again, I'm humming again like slave in the midst of a cotton field,  wielding this shield of rotten earth we live In,no kidding  winning no children  really I'm not willing



[Verse 1]

Gospel feeds my soul  but  hip hop feeds my mental

It's just the way the instrumental meets with pen and phases  the detrimental . experience of the soul got me trippin n' feeling like a  asshole , I'm deep jamming to ab-soul,  trippin of them dead folks.  Thinking back to the days when momma was dead broke that's when all  Hell-Broke- lose en loosened the grip to my sad soul that's how that goes



 These lines are so intricate got me feeling trifecta.  I affect her with the words spewed from my Mouth now that's a fuckin' X-factor
I mow down on the grass like a tractor ,  really it's hard to take how rappers let each other down their blood has turned raptor,  cold-blooded.  Listening to old rap back when their ears were studded , discarded my wrist watch tired of dope spots, running back home to get squashed by my mama , no father figure in sight but this light in my eyes gets  concentrated in white

 Pray for the day I get to meet with my darling wife



Hook: I'm rhyming again, I'm humming again like slave in the midst of a cotton field,  wielding this shield of rotten earth we live In,no kidding  winning no children  really I'm not willing



[Verse 2]

Days are evil but niggurs the more, I can't keep score of the flaws that keep niggurs at war . My reality sure of laws that board over boarders that keep me invlovled but still I evolve from an innocent child to n***a with a revolver. Tell my momma I'm sorry  reminiscing to my former days of glory,  niggurs be catching feeling and they be stuarting.  What's really  important?

 Life after Death or is it Death after Life . PICK your poison and tell what it feel like

That's the fucking Reason, my rhymes Reece-sasitate The Game my flow is Nasty you lame how you  think about the fame than changing someones  life. It's funny how we go through strife and challenges that might mess up our whole life but still we make through



[Verse 3]

I'm rhyming again, I'm humming again like slave in the midst of a cotton field,  wielding this shield of rotten earth we live In,no kidding  winning no children  really I'm not willing  I'm black so I'm a villain, epitome off venom something that has been encrypted by the white man poisoning children ,grandchildren  and generations to come