This is a song about "The 10th amend"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Its cold as shit in this booth

Saw the bombs on the news

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Endless the days, forever the nights,

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

The water from the past is the same water in the present