This is a song about "Spoken word"

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

I'm sorry' if i hurt ya emotions with the words that i've spoken

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Honesty is honestly understood but is rarely spoken

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Creyente, believer in gods word

You'll never know the best of me, maybe if you listen to my spoken word

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

With the beat as he spills like his poetry is spoken,

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

You even knew the words that were spoken

I am forbidden to speak about what i was spoken

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

When spoken the potion conjured broken emotion

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him