This is a song about "The powers of congress"

The things im most scared of

Pocket racked up all big faces

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

And do this shit toxic like i got super powers

Lyric revived, adrenaline is what powers my humanly internal drive

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

I, summon unholy powers in the darkest of hours

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Raybands...hide the face of,

Searching for some powers in my life to guide me, higher forces,

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this