This is a song about "Black hole"

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

I'm so tired of this i could blow, fire in the hole

Sneak up on attack

And i thought i was black

First shot missed whole then he hit, that's how i got this hole.

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Top dropped down, black on black

I'm about to snap

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Theres a hole in my pocket

First shot missed then he hit, that's how i got this hole.

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

We kung-fu that jack black/

Can't win with a passive attack

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole