I have hate
I have hate
You have brought it on me
The last seconds tick on
And my thoughts of new
Tread carefully
I shall break a rock and carry all the
Pieces to a precipice where I will throw
Them over to watch them fall
I have not let them go
Whether in a Khaki suit or a pimped stripe. I'm a G for G and nuttin' else for life. You can bet your bottom biscuit. You get twisted if you dwellin' in my felon intuition (what up).