This is a song about "Tar pits"

The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

Use pine tar like pineda, its so hot in the bleachers, 2 strikes for nova/

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

And destroy the army. so bad, pacifists would enjoy to tar me.

Slit arms from the pits, leave a bit attached so i can tear to hear it rip

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

My lungs are filled with tar, i just keep smoking that marb red square,

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Why not my lungs are filled to capacity, tar stacked so high, i wish it was all a lie,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Ma nigga be wise, open your eyes, see the unexpected be disguised from the pits of the sky

Two kids shot while the whole block staringi will never understand this society, first they try