My daddy dead his daddy dead
I was raised and named by the The 3rd’s
In dread , I bow my head
Look up and I pray,
Then I ask why I’m this way
I visit they graves
Robert Nard and duke
Decimated my family got hit wit a nuke
Jerrod buried a child so did Iyah
I’m so emotional a my souls on fire
I never got to hold your son, but I seen his eyes
It burned with passion like his father I saw your pride
You my guy I’ll kill and die for you, you’re my brother your tears I dry for you
Right now I’m high for you, and I’m toasting up, I salute your greatness my nigga dope as fuck
Who you know like us we roll so thick Brown and George’s DJ, Maurice and Rick


Ended up in a fraternity we didn’t know we’d join
As we mourn our fathers as their only sons
Rob and Sean still standing tall
Lean your back up against mine so we both won’t fall
Like Bubba told Forest or what Cobra tells Norris
I’m got you lil homie I’m a finish what they started
Keep your shit the hardest is what DMX said
Me you connect like BMX and pegs
Lead like Dread the Gang Geechee
I think therefore I am philosophy Nichi
When my nigga need me I try to be there
Tactical Espionage Action Metal Gear
Solid my logic compounds and expands
Didn’t die in the war like lieutenant Dan
Taylor major damage and still walk away
The physical scars heal but that mental shit stay