yo said we wont survive the womb around 78 first son tarnished for no man the romans will give fictional blessing only standing on the path hollering almighty medicine into the air our brothers who lay suffering beneath the earth im here to ask him to return resurrect to reappear bro i got my fam i got my shield i got my spear i got my twenty three years in the grave to start with near a tongue full of terror and a pocket full of tears i got my ancestors that been waiting to speak rhymes and beats our people without speech without feats our hands to make fists our fights to make peace burn like the bomb in the lungs of the listeners who breathe the broken passion amidst all my chrome christeners peace to fallen soldiers may they sleep and be blessed life is worthless without the fire burning in my chest peace to fallen soldiers may they sleep and be blessed life is worthless without the fire burning in my chest i press my face into the river til it looks like me scatter words into the current so the water can speak ill be so gassed when im giving so i live as i lead and gather war more into my palms and i know that i can keep and on the dirty devil who is darker than the sea bless the cats that crawled up into heaven and fell asleep and the mothers who climb blind when the mountain was steep and the shepherd of my soul who keeps counting the sheep as the author of my vehicle writes me unique who may be denizen kane of right and no heat flow against my mental and face the white sheet born black streak story travels on as a song without repeat a reminder rewinding the forgetful will weep but what is there remembered or reminded kid well find it cross the valley over the mountain side and its like peace to fallen soldiers may they sleep and be blessed life is worthless without the fire burning in my chest peace to fallen soldiers may they sleep and be blessed life is worthless without the fire burning in my chest