This is a song about "The tempest"

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Endless the days, forever the nights,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

The bigger the the fun

For those whey no fit dey fix son