Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel em

Till the day that I drop you’ll never say that I’m not killing them

Cause when I am not then I am stop pinning them

And I am not hip-hop and I’m just not Eminem.

Subliminal thoughts when I’m stop sending them women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom

Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin is just not real enough.

The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners.

Your coming with me, feel it or not you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us.

You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up.

For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a f*ck.

Just a toerag on the run.

How did I get here?

What have I done?

When will all my hopes arise?

How will I know him?

When I look in my father’s eyes.

My father’s eyes.

When I look in my father’s eyes.

Then the light begins to shine

And I hear those ancient lullabies.

And as I watch this seedling grow,

Feel my heart start to overflow.

Where do I find the words to say?

How do I teach him?

What do we play?

Bit by bit, I’ve realized

That’s when I need them,

That’s when I need my father’s eyes.

Then the jagged edge appears

Through the distant clouds of tears.

I’m like a bridge that was washed away;

My foundations were made of clay.