Filled with angst that describes the pain
fearing the rain, as the last straw remains
break a camels back, Jkidd imagine how I handle that
do it for the kick, right where the handles at...
imagine that, as I jump over the candle wax
bring flame, and rise out the ash like a phoenix
I'm sorry...rise out the ash with my piece lit...
tear...America to pieces with my bars ready for the preachin'
ready to check em for the reachin'
I don't even know what this is about....like it needs a reason
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