This is a song about "The masters"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Eyes poked out the the raven

The more battles the better the flows

X's and o's, you must be the rose

First i have potential, now i got them answers

I end rappers like chapters i spend masters like bankers

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

They link dancers and obey masters like captors

The sequel to the first

Nigga, fuck the world

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

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

I put these poems all in these songs