This is a song about "Longing"

Yearning on the verge of reality frantically searching for sanity when nervous

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

I am not the only one

Your itch stick won't help none

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

I felt hate and ugliness leaving my body along with despair.

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

They saying you're george rush, it's unanimous

Sticking to the trip and gearing for the feel of lust

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

It gets under my skin like an itch,

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches