This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Feeling, of appealing

I'm the sushi king

Raybands...hide the face of,

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

The things im most scared of

But i guess that shit's just tough love

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Thoughts of immortality

Mama made her pretty

I just got one request, stop breathing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done