October 2016
@KnowP
intentions of living behind enemy decisions
lethal precision, equal in crimson, people will listen
once bullets start flying, the cruelest start dying
leaving prudence in a pool of sharks hiding
what I encompass in my compass is substance
runnin with armed soldiers who come from nothin
bottom of the barrel, left and forgotten
obstacles are often the options of the rotten
dodging our sodem to make it to the promise land
broken bones and dreams lead us to our promises
its obvious we are soldiers or fortune
either loading rifles or coffins with corpses
I know that its morbid, we never asked for this
country to go south, now we're savages