Gripping onto the coattails of extinction with one hand,
Hoping to fire a shot into the crowd but my gun jammed.
All is lost, despair sets in the moment you lose your focus.
Used a motive on death row, now I assume it's broken.
Truth been spoken, one shot wonder through a cracked lens.
Eye on the prize yet it seems my view's in past tense.
Double fist pump reaction, wave hello to the crowd around you.
A city that never sleeps so the town is soundproof.
Let me remind you.. a victory always comes with a rule.
A scratch that won't heal so you're stuck tonguing the roof.
Saved by the bell at noon yet I'm in London by two.
Now you must know why I'm always lunging at you.
Chaotic. Today's topic at hand involves delayed logic.
Amazed? Nonsense. I'm only here on mission to raise prophets.
God listening? Praise Allah, for I am the great Cassius Clay.
A mirrored image of the world, pride with shattered glass encased.
Why don't u just match 16 @
Frank ?