This is a song about "Zax of the prax"

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

For the man of the hour

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Rub the wood and ima show em love

The one who em talks of

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Of the book of your life