I'm taking my time to get the feel then adjust I scope it all, I seen the writings on the wall I read the room then moved along I'm watching for snakes in my lawn and the longest arm of the law We need body armor and bombs, I'm embalming them like Saddam A sadistic ritual form, it's in my nature I guess I digress, back to the art for the of which I'm obsessed The sonics connect like I'm RZA, bring it straight to yo' neck I navigated through neglect and take the necessary steps I pivot just to elevate, allowing my words to set in To set the record straight, the realism's how it resonates Because of the shadow in a song but fate a predetermined date The derelict known to deceive, to put a want over a need To fulfill the feeling of greed, the animalistic instinct We been on the brink of extinction, the spiritual awakening releasing The consciousness of the mind is peaking Within a steady ground where there's nothing new to believe in Internal been my battle, where I fight my grievances Demons been trying to steer me down a one-way with a blindfold Heaven and hell, where we headed well only God knows Either way they giving toe tags with a barcode I hope we find the resolution I hope we find the resolution 'Cause it all looks grim It all looks grim I hope we find the resolution I hope we find the resolution 'Cause it all looks grim It all looks grim Yo yo, Fro, Fro, yo K.A.A.N, A-F-R-O Make way, say when Stay blessed, y'all so The rhymes that I rap are grim like MF with my wins and my bicep Lyrically benchpress, never will be boredom when you are listening to the big foot Leave your power shortage and then Fro disappear in the woods Onto a gritty battle like drug addicts in the alley, it can get grim Mortality waiting, it get challenging The notoriety of knowing crime is emotionless The open mit, the culprit, what kind of commotion is this? The one that go gung-ho, hole in your lungs slow, quid pro quo The cops close in, I'm running low Six foot three, the suspect is black and spanish Crooked police, see me a threat, have to vanish Have to manage, in this ice cold life like an eskimo, damage the mic When I'm on sight, I'm 'bout to let it fro (Negative on that plate that's just the car on the corner) Quote at the end. Someone should right at the start of our lives that we are dying then we might live life to the limit every minute of every day do it I say whatever you want to do do it now there's only so many tomorrows