This is a song about "Colonization of georgia"

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

I used to be the most humble until

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Be yourself, just show me you're real

And when i start to rise

Of the book of your life

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing