This is a song about "The shadow of death"

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

Without a shadow of doubt i've won

I can taste the salt from my tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

They at the same spot they making no progress

Like shadows in the valley of death

So hold back ya tears

Give a mic the kiss of death

As long as there is the opposite of death

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Better things to do/ then live in the sinister shadow of man who hurt you

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

'cause i'm about to give the death penalty of pain