I like to read yeah that’s my style,
These words I eat then I make’em worth while,
I compile many thoughts and memories,
Review my file like Yo’ remember these,
Chill’n with my homies and you know we blow trees,
Fantasize about the promise land and what it’s gonna be,
The haters they be on us man and that’s alright with me,
I just try to keep it honest man cuz that’s the way to be

I gotta military mind with a refined game plan,
Kill it every time that I rhyme it’s the same plan,
My rhyme so cold that I dress it in layers,
Twelve years old I felt the power of prayers,
I’m speak’n to my God yo I hope he cares,
They try’n to go public with my private affairs,