[Dove Dozer]

Hear the words of a poet.. the darkest writer..
Spit a verse at its coldest, spark the lighter..
The mark of a fighter, when i carve the mic up..
I start a fire when i breathe flames.. charred you right up..
Now you cant stop the brightest when i start to light up..
The shows over.. Im cold and so sober..
you know dozers flow is so potent
Hold the whole toke in, cope with no choking.
Im not ready to stop writin, developing..
Hit the booth, sick..with a mic and hellish grin..
On point like a tooth pick, life im dwellin in
has been rough so i fight like an elephant,
Till death..so true but my types irrelevant.
Hold up..Dont you wait, i know im folding...
To a soldiers fate..
so heavy..that my shoulders could break..
But dont you worry im in a frozen state...