This is a song about "Through this storm"

I was twelve when the gunned you

We told you this through and through,

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Angle these beats like a pentagon

You can get through this storm, just hold on

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Of breaking through this shit, i must

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

Its just to much to risk forget it i'm through with this

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

And through this confusion what he deduced was

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

We'll walk this road together, through the storm