This is a song about "The chronicle of a death foretold"

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

The freshness of my breath bring your death

In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die

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

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

Take what you want from the story foretold,

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Nsd till the death of me

And losin all his money

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

They at the same spot they making no progress

Constant fear of death the only thing that's keeping me alive

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines