This is a song about "You re the light you re the nightyou re the color of my bloodyou re the cure you re the painyou re the only thing i wanna touchnever knew that it could mean so much so muchyou re the fear i don t carecause i ve never been so highfollow me to the darklet m"

Every line,that i ever spit,and have to re shit on that shit,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

I re-sign that bullet with your name with a peace sign

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But the limitation has been re-illustrated, a situation,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I start over, and re-write my rappin urges, but they still treat it like a shit//

I need re#spect / #tickles 'n' some #human #contacts that

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid