Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision
Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children
And reeled in all the children, lured em into the building and killed em
And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then
I opened my bible in search to be a better christian
Suffering in this mental prison that i'm stuck within,
Well its the pain and suffering that's stabbing me with a knife
But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise
And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying
I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king
Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good
I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,
And i'll enjoy your suffering, you think i'm bluffing,
Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king
Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,
See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers
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