[ChristO]

...I put my shit out amongst jokers, yeah, hopeless
can’t say though I wasn’t here or ain’t do what I’m s’posed to
don’t look back, go forward, walk the plank, n$ggas
you want it simple? suck a dill pickle, skank b!+83$
man, who wanna’ ’86 me, when in ’98 see,
con was going to ny to highjack who ain’t see
if I couldn’t count on wtc to see me
I’d leave ‘em where I found ‘em, ground zero, easy
if it’s about star wars, vador, luc’ is q33ny
holmes, don’t ask me to decipher sh#t, I’m parapalegic
since gettin’ shot to hell...you get what you meant to get
I’ll ride that ass ‘til the very end, or ‘til you submit
the definition of stress, another rendition a’ death
I was blindsided, n#99a, as you prah’ly can tell
be a hindsightin’ n!66a on his very last breath
but The Father knew they was coming for his life, yep
d.o.d. the 13th, a Friday, 6 of ‘69
if that don’t spell where I’m at now, how that sound
yo, wut the-fuk you talkin’ ‘bout, fuk is a shingle-skin?
I’m the only sun, a single kin, you thinkin’ dim
where I’m from offered no explanation, shit was grim
only time you got is to think again, and I ain’t them
who gon’ ask to be believed in, and anything
I present better believe you gon’ deal with it
I ain’t gettin’ benched, put in a casket, nor a psychiatric
facility for who doubt my ability...