This is a song about "Hhouse of the scorpion"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

I think found where your mind was

Raybands...hide the face of,

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Then i said i had enough

The one who em talks of

For the man of the hour

And that i spent the night with her

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill