OWLORDIE!

Was i set to die?

Could you tell a lie?

Aint no compromise

Running that thing, or maybe i wont, like,

Who am i?

Im in the streets or im at my home, bi-polar guy

You gonna bring it - are gonna sing it,

Into the soul of mine?

Misunderstood, by city of friends,

Ending with country side

Who am i?

Would you tell them how Tall am i?

Would you tell which tats i got ?

I know lotta type of guys,

None of them wont realize,

That you can speak and comrpomise

Just some thoughts to realize

I\'ve been using an analog

Got enough time to analize

Some petty shmetty silly talk

Lets go further, take a walk

I dont get laws from the lawyers

imma get\'em from the block

Popping on another glock

The unnumbered firearm

Leaving on no fingerprints

Thats way im feeling lost...

Someway im feeling lost

Disobeying, being locked

For not too long was saint

Lawyer showed up, we kept on with back to back of sayin

\"Theres not a chance many ways to flip\'em\" and i know it

Never blame it on a scene or any other convict

And pyrex glass with the soda you can see what are we boilinn righthere

I\'ve been sent circling whole life

Joker and the slave, i\'ve been reaching to the sky

Fitting into pieces of all the puzzled into ties

Me into the one, cuz errythint is mine

Would you tell them how Tall am i?

Would you tell which tats i got ?

I know lotta type of guys,

Most of them wont realize,

That you can speak and comrpomise

Just some thoughts to realize

I\'ve been using analog

Got enough time to analize

Some petty shmetty silly talk

Lets go further, take a walk

I dont get laws from the lawyers

Imma get\'em from the block

Who am i?

Who am i?