IN THE BEGINNING IT IS ALWAYS DARK

This that calm before the storm battle torn goosebumps forming on my arms you can get popped like a bag of corn to game I’m forever sworn been real one since I was born you see the horn the devil not a unicorn known to get it jumping like jacks I front you something you better bring back we penning facts no lies running with the pack 4 paws on the ground but nothing like a cat quit chasing that go get some money it’s layers to this game I love a good onion lumberjack the way I sling wood Paul bunyin I keep a couple knicks like my last name Brunson read between the lines they know how we coming This that calm before the storm battle torn goosebumps forming on my arms you can get popped like a bag of corn to game I’m forever sworn been real one since I was born