Challenge my mentality? Ya soul'll get sent, actually
Ain't shit for us to "work out" - That's an exercise in banality
Many fell from the war on drugs, became casualties
While politicians sign more death certificates, casually
I just sit back, blazing trees like forest fires
An awkward writer that always sought to write up awesome fire
Of course I'm nicer, no longer do I spit empty shit
Like I was forced to prior
Spit a rhyme more than hyper, yet still calm
My wave dudes can't surf, like Charlie from Vietnam
The ill don, got a chokehold on all my broke foes
Trying to send ya soul up the same way that my smoke goes...!