Posted up like a mail box 
Only footaction but don’t sell socks
Luccassee boots and a pair glocks
Hustling got me here
What a paradox
Ugh Just being clear I fear No man 
Chopper slice em down in to pieces like Conan
worlds full of monsters with bull heads 
Stab you in the back take your cornbread 
I’m locked and loaded prepared for war if we’re going 
Strapped to a t packin lead just like a poet 
No tippy toeing I’m walking like I’m Samoan 
Chest beating like I’m King Kong and I’m not being heroic 
living life like a chess move 
Hah Not movings your best move 
I’m in a groove Where I pick and choose my battles
No life preserver to save me I live and learn by the paddle 
A round of whiskey to numb the pain 
Worlds turned into hunger games
A daily fight not being killed 
One type of shot don’t kill us the next one will


Ain’t no change In the weather 
pure ice where the rivers lie 
 the city’s unsafe and its full of rage  
So Don’t count on the sun to shine 
Wont be flames In the kitchen 
All of them pipes are froze 
Ain’t no heat til we get to hell 
Stuck burnin  In a world so cold 


I’m from a land of sacrifices and hard knocks 
No fairytales or lollipops 
No fantasy island They out here wylin
I’m staying deep in the country 
My only missions Surviving aye
 Watch yourself on these back roads 
Get cattle treatment with lassos
 Keep gravel by the load pull up with  their hats low 
Straight dump you out hide your body w back hoes 
Ugh 
The worlds full of these lost souls 
Disease spreading like cockroaches 
always stop and go  life’s a game of Crossy road
But when the devil shows 
be ready to rock and roll (come on)


Ain’t no change In the weather 
pure ice where the rivers lie 
 the city’s unsafe and its full of rage  
So Don’t count on the sun to shine 
Wont be flames In the kitchen 
All of them pipes are froze 
Ain’t no heat til we get to hell 
Stuck burnin  In a world so cold