i only pull the trigger in my mind, unleash the fury
deep within, not shells, im spittin rhymes, my driver
steering clear of innocents, in a sense that i provide,
unlike the baby daddy's on the beat before they die, I
never understood the streets the way that you do, cause
grinding to me means way more than drugs do, I spit like,
im above you, for reasons unknown, he on the thrown knows
why, my lyrical eyes are open wide, so, take a walk in my
dunks, see what ive been through, then maybe you can
understand my mental, i tend to, keep it real no matter
what, not makin bucks, but i cassel bullets to flying ducks,
other words, not for the money, but for the smiles when aint
sht funny, for the sake of mankind, lead the blind from rain
to sunny, destiny is in the hands of the man, im just a
messenger, going through struggles just like the rest of ya....
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