Spiritual warfare

Buck 50s and bullet wounds I be sitting in my trap house it's

almost the end of June, I'm waiting for welfare to come in so I

can make a few, by the first I'll rich as fuck, but it all goes on the

re up dude been up for a week I have not eaten food walking so

much u can see my feet popping out my shoes and the blood it

is seeping through, now it's the 3rd and I'm feeling shrewd the

fiends have stopped coming ,and think I'll have to do something

soon, to keep the funds coming through cuz crime was all that I

knew, they keep saying I have to kick this habit it's bad for u but

I think it all comes with the additude, I think I've had enough but

I might come back at noon cuz making money is addictive too

and we all have our vices dude, some of u might even hate my

tunes but even haters give me fuel to keep writing, like I'm

making fumes wen my pencil touches paper it makes friction

like emotions fused in to something true unveiling Scriptures due

to the chosen few even we need guidance when u can't see the

path infront of u . all of these battle scars have been fucking with

my mood, the feds should be coming soon for what I did last

summer too, iv been smoking and drinking dude, in my living

room contemplating life and how every time I turn a new corner it

always cuts deep like a knife, I feel like an Asian that's been eating

rice, I be pissed off like almost every night so sit down at my

laboratory cuz I wanna write, experimentations with no oversight,

so I start tweaking with my sight third eye on my forehead gotta

tune it right, visions of the future and the past they get entertwind

kinda just like destinies that bind like ur friend is on that grind and

gets stabbed up with a knife so u wake up from ur slumber and ur

frightened for his life so u reach out to his wife and she says that

hes been out all night now ur calling up the hospitals to see if he's

alright these those feelings that u hide wen u tryna mask ur light

so ur not a target right? Like it's kinda frightening, I feel like Ike

after he slapped up his wife so I'm hiding up in the woods with

nothing but a pistol and my Rambo knife while I'm running from

the bullets spewed from the militarys fully automatic tools,

 

Buck 50s and bullet wounds that is what they'll do to u if u don't

follow suit you also will struggle too, probably one of the chosen

few that's why they like just sit there and eat ur emotion stew it is

good for u, fuck u to! I'm not stupid enough to buy in to that trash

ur selling man, and you don't fool me with ur fancy suit or ur lab

coat dude I ain't taking the pills u want me to because they only

blurr my view and distract me from the truth, I used to shoot up in

my veins to not hear the things I'm saying I was absent of all

feeling was just hoping to die freely but it wasn't my time yet I

guess the heavens had laid bets on whether I would make it

through my tests or just give up like the rest, and I'd be lying if I

said I hadn't thought it once or twice I was up like every night just

trying to survive while most around me thrive I am living on thin

ice, tryna find a foothold to some solid ground but everywhere I

look around the water starts to swallow now so I bow my head

and speak the sounds as the sun shines on a single spot, right

inside the battleground people screaming and there's bullets

flying round but I trust my father so I grab my Bible now, as I head

in to the fray I ask the Lord to protect me from all things that

come at me, and guide me with his light like a lantern in the dead

of night and let me ask u without would u not be frightened as all

the demons they entighten you better hope that ur enlightened like

following symbolic patterns till we meet up at the Avenue if u

follow the signs u may find it soon.