This is a song about "Cross roads"

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Lonely roads, the windy breeze, crackheads out cold alone,

Im staying off the roads

Please put that in your notes

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold