This is a song about "Balanced forces"

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

And rise up and rebel against these forces like slave attacks,

- i cleave with sabres through the dark forces team of mages,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

He forces me to do these things, once he starts it, my pain begins.

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

We've been misdirected, disrespected, balanced on a triple beam,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Cause my mother let me do what i want

How the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that's lost

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Into fickle forces, we dine with hell and headless corpses.