This is a song about "Jahzel the whale"

Than the birds on the wire

School cyphersi was too nicer

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Woah there, woah there

The trigger or the chair

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

The water from the past is the same water in the present