First Verse

Waking up to alarm glocks again
Reminds me of the predicament that I’m in
A "Nigga" in a cage, that’s what they made me
Yeah Jesus Saves? So why he aint save me?
Or my cousin Harold? That "Nigga" got blown away by a double barrel
In a world where the odds are against the poor
It’s survival of the fittest you better get on the floor
Empty your pockets or visit the lord
I’m sticking up the world, cause I have no choice
Now, I’m a criminal but that’s what they made me
A "Nigga" in the cage full of dogs with rabies
And they’re barking man, so I gotta bark back before they bite off my hands
See, the world is a project
Them Boyz In Da Hood about to Set It Off on you if they could
From the cops to the gangstas
Politicians to King Pins
Hustlin’ for blocks trying to build they kingdoms
Huh, trying to box your king in
Check mate to your chess
Stop your breathin’
Game over, there won’t be another season
You should have made the right move last weekend
Now you choking on your blood tryna breath man
This is an ode to America the heathen

Second Verse

See, the world is a ghetto, life is a war
We’re fighting over territory
Hustling for more
Friends betray friends, it happened to the Lord
It’s the cross you have to bear when the kingdom is yours
Judas got Jesus
Brutus got Ceasar
I’m tryna figure out who’s about to get me here
Still you can feel that I’m real glad to be here
Kinda like King David facing Philistine spears
I’ll probably get attacked cause enemy’s scared
You better kill me if you don’t you will be dead
I will torture you, put fire to your head
Put the fire out with acid then bastard your kids
I ain't rappin’, I’m just writing what I live
Then reciting it on mics to strike lightening through your ears
Inciting riots setting fires with my pens
I’m an arsonist with arsenals from fighting all these years.