I was worried bout a dollar just to get a chick
That's a dime from that litter that's yet to been picked
I wanted it all
Reached for the moon
And shot for the stars
But between that jargon was a black target
That's been hit with a cycle of tricks that Mat Hoffman
Get off me Satan get
Jehovah
Won't put nothing on me that he can't bare
So I'm a preach till my tonsils impaired with Thanksgiving.
I thank you for my heart beat
That pumps a fluid of a fiery fever a faith
Through light looming
No music no sound pen can express
This estrogen within
Take away
Take away
My ego
Another day and
I've got this love
To show
So give me
What I need
This passion I'll
Bleed until the
Hate is no more