I'm taking my time to get the feel then adjust

I scope it all, I seen the writings on the wall

I read the room then moved along

I'm watching for snakes in my lawn and the longest arm of the law

We need body armor and bombs, I'm embalming them like Saddam

A sadistic ritual form, it's in my nature I guess

I digress, back to the art for the of which I'm obsessed

The sonics connect like I'm RZA, bring it straight to yo' neck

I navigated through neglect and take the necessary steps

I pivot just to elevate, allowing my words to set in

To set the record straight, the realism's how it resonates

Because of the shadow in a song but fate a predetermined date

The derelict known to deceive, to put a want over a need

To fulfill the feeling of greed, the animalistic instinct

We been on the brink of extinction, the spiritual awakening releasing

The consciousness of the mind is peaking

Within a steady ground where there's nothing new to believe in

Internal been my battle, where I fight my grievances

Demons been trying to steer me down a one-way with a blindfold

Heaven and hell, where we headed well only God knows

Either way they giving toe tags with a barcode

I hope we find the resolution

I hope we find the resolution

'Cause it all looks grim

It all looks grim

I hope we find the resolution

I hope we find the resolution

'Cause it all looks grim

It all looks grim

Yo yo, FRO, FRO, yo

K.A.A.N / A-F-R-O

Make way, say when - stay bless ya'll soul

The rhymes that I rep are Grimm like MF

With my wins and my bicep, lyrically bench-press

Never will be boredom when you are listening to the Bigfoot

Leave your power shortage, and then FRO disappear in the woods

Onto a gritty matter like drug addicts in the alley

It can get grim, mortality with sin, it get challenging

The notoriety of knowing crime is emotionless

The ultimate, the culprit, what kind of commotion is this?

The one that go gung-ho, hold in your lungs slow, quid pro quo

The cops close in, I'm running low

Six foot three, the suspect is black and Spanish

Crooked police, see me a threat, have to vanish

Have to manage In this ice cold life like an eskimo

Damage the mic, when I'm on sight

I'm 'bout to let it FRO

Negative on that plate that's just the car on the corner

Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There's only so many tomorrows