I am am working on making things better in my world.
So much in the works its enough to drive a man crazy
but I'm not crazy the world is hazy and needs some light
so I want to keep it right through the hours of the night
blast back at fright because my rhymes are tight
I don't like to fight without my mental might
Iron fist of the stump ignite I take it to a new height
because my music excites chews through lies like mites
and leave the masses in delight feel the spiritual reunite
make you stand upright my groove will incite the end of woeful plight
even if your filled with spite I hope that this letter I write is not to trite.
