This is a song about "The heros"

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

The realist in the game

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

I put these poems all in these songs

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Children want heros but i've become a villain

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

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