Life is one big road with a lot of signs

Signs, signs, signs, signs

You have to make up your mind to face reality all the time

K-Lash-Nek-Off

I self-cater, radiate like alpha-beta

Batter the caper, detonate the paper

Separate my nature, maybe we can link up later

And laugh over latter, what? Look to the future

Remote viewer, merciless, you get puller, herb puller

Who spread word and break full of cake

There's no escape, the city grips like Geoff Capes

My mind state is desecrated landscape

I cry till it aches and crazy evaporate

My university, we don't graduate

We just regurgitate hate, but I'm just like you, mate

Waking up with a screw face

Every day's a new case to solve

My life unfolds like episodes of Columbo

I hibernate amongst the humble

Meditating on my uncle who just did twelve years and didn't crumble

I can't begin to comprehend what they've been through

But spiritually, throughout the time, I was with you

My heart smashed to pieces, the pain went through

Splitting me in two halves

Man have to laugh or wear two face masks

For too many years passed, I've sat on my ass

Tryna replace the past, but that won't last

That won't last, that won't last, so take time as you pass

Hey, gringos and paseros

I want you make way for the gundelero

And if you don't do that, my friend, then your number is zero

Shoulda seen me inna Colorado

When me buck up di youth called Fernando

In one life posse and I move one likkle jankrow

It was the East Maze where I spent days on my Jack-n-Jays

Strapping jays while Jack Raddicks raid my uncle's gates

His living bait, pushing heavyweights from his place

They caught him baking cake, parole date, 2008

Oh, what a waste, another life lost in the maze

But anyways, as we move, there's no time for gaze

Like a deeper ray, these are parrow days

Young tearaways blazing shots off like heat waves

Hombres crazed, stay crazed like Frankie Fras'

With a screw-face that favor Freddy Kruger

I self-cater, while my crew don't nurture

It's murder, man shotting rock to make an earner

Pussies turn dapper, they can't live in the manor

It's pepper, hot bods and black PC plods

Who gotta watch your spot for months on the trot

But quick he don't cotch that's why the operation flop

You can't catch what you can't Glock

Cock the Klashnekoff shots make you hopscotch

Yeah, so what?

What's gwarning, merciless, on the road, they're never charming

Like tenor strapperitas and tailor made garments

I'm starving, dealing with the basis of survival

Strapping owls with hydras till my eyes grow tint

Beanies chat me 'fore they think, yeah, they are the weakest link

While little fassyholes and battyholes give me 'nough stink

Hey, gringos and paseros

I want you make way for the gundelero

And if you don't do that, my friend, then your number is zero

Shoulda seen me inna Colorado

When I buck up di youth called Fernando

In one life posse and I move one likkle jankrow