This is a song about "My resurrection"

My own unknown is my enemy,

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

Sky high, iced out paradise

See my pain through my eyes,

My cash effected, my brain insane,

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

You're rap needs a resurrection and next election

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

And pay less attention on hip hop's death and its resurrection,