This is a song about "The equator"

In the face of the outside.

And you're approaching me right

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

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

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

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Do the math, get the sum

Hoes row got beans in them

And there's little to be glad for

The replacement of the word "mother"

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,