just some sh** I wrote
I march through cemetery mud concrete angels cry
guitar chords string sing with each cables strike
its severe when peers appear to mirror your hateful vibes
why I can still hear clear abels painful cries
damaged how I manage stranded branded bandit
strands of rants he plans to chant enhance the trance of panic
I stray absent off the accents that can shape your traits and habits
you improve your mood with Xanax words prefer disturbed and manic
infrareds in your head drop the beef you thought you'd try
hammers manner grammar panther gross your teeth and dot your eye's
a lot of guys have caught demise just face your fate and stop your lies
hypothesize this dude is food the two of you do rot alike
i'm not the type who aim to please a great mc who play for keeps
tre-eight piece will blaze your steez and make you freeze like state police
pains a theme i'm trained to see each day I breathe I face the beast
if deaths the best escape of streets then make my grave and pray for me