This is a song about "Purpose"

Is there any love

I murder, no purpose

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

The purpose of my life ain't kicking pebbles on the pavement

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Forgetting not my true purpose, i proceed to killing and sending souls up

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

And how the purpose is keeping idiots in these nations,

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

The only absentee for a journey now without purpose

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I just sit in my mind trying to find out what's my purpose