Honor
Respect
Loyalty
We are chosen
You'll get yours in due time
When God's hand comes around
A swift and timely justice
When you knock yourself down
Snakes in grass
Avoid the blades of mowers now and then
But eventually their head is dismembered
In the end
The rain may wash away
The blood you left on these streets
In due time
Your own devils will want to meet and greet
Unintended severing
Of friendships, bonds and ties
It'll come right back around
Retribution for your crimes
I'll put you in the ground
I'm not one to believe in karma
But something will come around
To bite you in your blackened heart
And put you in the ground
Perhaps the dirty work is up to me
And only me alone
God's work carried out through my hands
Your words, my sticks and stones
I'll put you in the ground
We are chosen
I'll put you in the ground