....BLUE TEAR DROPS FALL...SUPRISED THEY AINT RED.......SUU WUU LIKE A TATTO.....WEAR IT FRESH LIKE ITS BRAND NEW......

what have i done so bad
what have i done so good...for the lord to take me right out the hood
but the storm never ends im still in the battle and the war is not over
im still mentally strapped up...suu wuu is my family not my crew suu wuu like a tatto wear it like its brand new...sky so damn blue
but it rains down blood like jesus do when he cries his tears too
it aint safe in south C or VA where the guns slang like everyday
and the sprays last for days and the AK is like the hoods way of saying let there be death and the swept from the broom of life is like hells taking a big bite of crime tasting it silently like a mime and the time that it takes to awake from this dream called reality is not soon enough to smooth out the rough edges of the gruff brutality, fatality of you and me...lifeless in these cold streets unforgiven and it listens like a child with lessons thats being given by the teacher and im teaching it studies uncomprihensionable, questionable maybe but its impecable...cant stop me if you tried and those who go around and say they did is a lie...im not dead and im not even alive said it before but i should say it a second time...rewind my words like a VHS of my life or the uncut DVD THROUGH THE BLOOD CHILDS EYES...and the sequal will come out in time...years from now when im still in my fucking prime...police is like how we stop and my blood lines praying thank god we got him...my enemies is like how we drop and the ones ready for war is like move back let me pop him....come get me and say you got him let me rise up again and say reset to pop him...let the beat build so i can make it topple my death my makes your life easy like a jeanie in a bottle
so come knock off my block like roc'em soc'em....LORD.....

REAPERS PRAYOR:....let me walk further into my future to uncover my destiny whether it be life or death...live prosper or die easy...let the journy be hard cause im not use to taking the easy way out...i got to earn my meals and my back pats...and if i aint earned it....deprive me of my rewards and let me starve and hunger to give it my all...for when i fall..i want them to look back and say...yea....he was that dude....the one who wouldnt let it stop him...the one they feared and didnt understand...the one who took it to a new level..stressful matters never ate him and made i through with one tear left to shed..dried blood on his lips and the cross of the lord on his chest...five stars on his back..and all the bloods say...amen...

WAIT...not done...let the pen bleed dont heal it....feel it..the realest thing i probably ever will spit...drip drip my words is like seduction...wetness of the mouth so my words is like fucking....loving..this emotion im pouring and exploding knowing im easing my pain so the hard comes the warning...distorted figures in my mind are holding..me like the front line of the offense penalty..from the offense...5 yards back now im down set ready fire...couldnt decipher my complex mind with a magnifier...so...as i carry my fam on my back..let me breathe easy...finish out my last reps...fall back and give out my last breath...OUT