Is you ready

Pain anguishing my mental, Can't focus, Can barely can use a pencil

No good thoughts in my central, Animosity amplified by a several

Think I might go feral, Looking at my peril, Am I gonna rise

Do I get a prize, Am I ever gonna see Christ, Or will I die

Never knowing what comes next, So I better stay ready

For anything that I have sensed, I'm on point, Never in zen

Don't wanna go to the pen, Cause some people never come out again

Thinking about my ascent, What message will be sent

Caught in the mail, Can't miss, Can't fail, Feeling frail,

Hundred miles left on the trail, Never fail, Always prevail

I'm so intelligent I could speak braille, Without a gale

Of wind from deadly forces natural, Never frozen like a statue

Knocking kings off their avenue, They move to the zoo

As that is the place fit for one, Who sacrificed other mothers sons

No longer can they run, As I am at the peak, Immune to weak

Single minded for their defeat, Too scared to greet, Oh I'm a freak

Look at me, I stand out more than a homeless man giving handouts

Just because I go against the tide, Now I have to dig deep and hide

Nope, that ain't how it goes, I deliver woes to my foes who be hoes

Break ya nose crush your toes, See who shows strength now

Run fool because I'm gonna tan your hide like a cow

I control my anger, My anger don't control me,

Back up blood this ain't glee, And shoot yourself Crip, I ain't gangsta trick

Focused, Dosed up, I'm ready, No drugs here,

Adrenaline fuels my Chevy, I am quite wealthy,

And you can guess what is very lengthy, My bank roll,

Wait was sex what you were thinking, I guess society is messed up

Like teenage drinking, Never thinking,

Why is it my generation is stupid and never thinking twice, Through situations

Defiant to a nation, So I scare way beyond straight, Put em in a crate

And teach em not to mate, Or do drugs, Good luck punk

Cause these junkies want that cocaine cuz, See how much druggie love

You gonna get, Nada, I had to call the vet as his dog was so sick

Of the rhymes I spit, So I filled them up in his bath, And made him slip

And swallow all of it, No spit, Nope he choked on it, Damn

Sounds like prison with Gay men, Too bad, I never been to the pen

Although I never wanna snap again,

Otherwise the cops will be running from my clench, As I chase them

With a pad and pen, Lethal again, Go home you fools pretend.