All my flashbacks are comprised of cold settings like snow crunching under my boot when the cold set in

Somewhere along the line I found that there's no lesson with life let it go and it flows with no effort

Wash my face look up and see no reflection the eulogy of rap you faggots get no mention

The tune to which they laugh reveals the whole picture resentment in the form of friends thats close with you

Drop the ball in spite of the fact they got no mission the angel and the devil on my shoulder both listen

I speak into the breeze and it freeze and turn to hail recently I have seen how heaven can turn to hell

If ammunition shells could speak they would probably yell a strange place to be is where they wanna see you fail

Rubbing hands together like Birdman until you either gonna succumb to the darkness of prevail

Its true just what they say it aint real until its real even I was blown away but how it made me feel

It aint just in the movies it aint just tall tales this is how it feels when hatreds in the air

My chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass tables m o b b the stable

a quiet storm brewing in my head all night long one look into my eyes and witness the lightning strike down

Whack rappers need to pipe down im kia shine Krispy new uptowns get wiped down

His last words I was the only one to hear em I kick back hands remarks and verbal cap peelings

Its no question who they fearing rappers catch strays and they bitches catch feelings

Its no wonder who they feeling this is what its like when hatreds in the building