You can pick any religion, Islamic or Jewish or Christian. No prophecy could see my profiting and if it profits me than im with it. Home boy, hate is trait that is made when you paid or you great and you take their shine. I dont need to worry bout yours or how you in stores, once more, I only worry bout mine. Not mines huh? Still an average dude with average clothes. Rhyme sick with nasty flows. Time is rich and I feel broke. Swallow your pride but don't choke. Don't speak or get smoked from the city of a Railroads, heroin, and local business closed. Still rep it from my East End days. Kickin shit like a sensai. Rippin it like a tidal wave. Some of you stuck in your bitch ways of doing what all your friends say. Do something good for a real change. Influencing the young age. Without hoes and the drug game. And I know its tough cuz these days poison is what we're all gave. Police try to take us to the grave. I'm white and I don't feel safe. We all live in a police state. It's not a thing about color and race. Black and white it's all grey. United Nation we're all slaves. Media has got us all dazed. Absent minded is a new phase. And selling out is the new craze. We are the insurgents. We are the insurgents! We gotta make the best of what we got, not much to work with. We are the unheard-ofs. They don't care about murder. We live in conditioned state that most dreams are never earned in. Maybe I should learn it. Maybe i should burn it. Maybe this is just the calm before the clouds and storming. Take it as a warning before I do damage. Maybe I need an expansion. Grab my conscious at ransom. Take it out with a handgun. Dress it up somethin handsome. Get drunk and leave it abandoned or push off of a canyon. Planned or totally random. Execute it or stand dumb. Or get totally dismantled all by the light of a candle. I'm the straw that broke the back of the fuckin camel. Comfortable in some mid socks. Comfortable wit my sandals. Bucket hat wit a loose Tee, rockin shorts with the camo. Wordplay by Bruce Sleep, beat done by Rambo. Call Jake and Elias Wake cause I'm gonna need more ammo. Celebrating our touchdowns, leap in the stands like Lambeau. I am an animal, cannibal, mammal, and a new channel. Comfortable, creating soul, and being who I am though. Not for Hip Hop today, but the art of rhyming to jams. Whether your driving in your car, at home, or in front of some fans. Or you relate to my words and you start to give me a chance. Or else I take your fucking brains and I make you understand. Listen with your ears. Let my thoughts sink in. Drownin out with the fears, I'm breathing off the instruments. Confidence and convinced. My soul is deeper than this still