This is a song about "Jd the alien"

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Speed up, patience, please cause

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Alien dna in my veins and delivery.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,