This is a song about "The gqame"

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

Found this spot in pasadena and shack with her, an investment

I put these poems all in these songs

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

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

In front of our building, they was my heroes

The more battles the better the flows

As the tao converted the thief

Like being garbage some type of disease

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Endless the days, forever the nights,