Under the lights where we stand tall. Nobody touches us at all. Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without. We're gonna take what's ours to have.
Sometimes I know. I feel untouchable. Drowning in life. Caught up in the accessible. Back down the ground. I hear the sound. There's no escape. The concrete cloud.
Reverend reverend is this some conspiracy?. Crucified for no sins. An image beneath me. What's within our plans for life. It all seems so unreal. I'm a man cut in half in this world.
I've written about my inner wars,. But I could give a shit about right now,. Most of me is all strength. And all of me is at war with dope. But my eyes are clear in sight.