ITS LIKE, I HAVE TRUST ISSUES.

Scenario one:

I wanna call truce to this war.

Shake hands, wave a white tissue

and pat ya backs.

Then lean forward, spray the gas

in your eyes, leave you blind.

Cataract signs. With no implication

that lead to my mind.

I got the divine nine, strapped in the back.

Not the frat, but you wanaa be down with that;

lets do this. One way or another.

But you all consider.

In the master plan.

yea, imma fall.

But before i do,

guess whose

knees imma cut off?

Running from your fears.

Blood shot tears.

Ready to die

Lets do this.

Just make it riight:

I might just book a flight.

Twin towers standin bright.

as i lay dreamin tight.

The purpose wasnt to end lives, but to end life.

think ur livin the life, you aint tonight.