This is a song about "Dark child poet enigma of the absolute"

1995 the future hopeless, im the last survivin poet

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Dark hearts mixed in with the good of heart

Call of duty mode with these verses, lot of kills

So i'm sittin' in the dark with a bottle of pills

Forgone the birth of a child who's life is a curse

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

It's usually lots of fun to see their souls plunge into the dark,

We original officially the most original

Got out of the dark, it was refreshing but a tussle