born and raised in california famous for kush weed and pussy and mass producing outlaws like my father when he cooks speed but little did i know id be worse than them all my littlest brother scarred from watching me just hurt from withdrawals yo once the world try to crush you pick yourself up and move cause whether or not you know it or not somebody looks up to you as i was looking up at the sky and stars im wishing upon and little by little my riddles i lit em like nitroglycerin bombs delivering riveting rivers of rhythm and given this shit i be spittin it bigger and wicked and little by little committed to middles and mental hospitals and livin it vivid the visions are vivid the witches are wicked the rhytmn is sick and im spitting it vicious given the gifted the givers im giving it give me a minute im in it to win it the reign rhythm and pain and living the withering give me the strength to get up and gain give me a sayin and get up and live it and give it again minute of pain of all the insane and once you change in life its painful thank god my guardian angels and my saints i must say thank you thank you for the fire in my soul and the angels that you assigned to my patrol and the saints who redesigned another road it was painful made me a diamond out of coal i know i talk a lot about all that darkness i seen beauty as well i seen this rhythm is giving me shit i be spitting that voodoo type spell i seen forgive and forget and be living and driven infuse it so well the center of giving the middle of living and sticking this true to yourself but i met this vietnam vet the dude was battling cancer he took time out of his life to try and help me find answers he taught me grudgesll kill me time to right all my wrongs of all these people im even deceiving the seasoned the fight in ems gone thats why i had to find change thats why i walked up those stairs and told my stepfather im sorry for that war i declared for twenty years and i hugged him swear to god i ain t playing and when i left the house i knew that as a man i was changing im sending props to my dad dog i know that you tried to be that better man im proud of you keep living in line im thanking god for my life for passing out but if i keep making up with everyone then ill have no one else to rap about thank you for the fire in my soul and the angels that you assigned to my patrol and the saints who redesigned another road it was painful made me a diamond out of coal