This is a song about "Torn"

Son from the core of this earth hater a fan is torn

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Heart torn from my art form, word is bond, love born for rhyme soul,

I need my respect, you can keep all the features

I wear a pair of beat up and torn sneakers

Dc, man over money

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Leaving their armor rusted and torn i'll exploit your defenses

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/

Dont touch it or get torn in two

And all the shit you went through

And i got 'em every day, every day

And it was complex how my friends and me got torn away,