When I came to you there on that cold

telephone pole horror of the night

and you came out to meet me

and then tell me things and sit down on the porch swings

Congratulations you coming home next month

Humble as a monk

We celebrate with Crystal and skunk

The family's large

It's hard being God

Still take charge come home to a massage

A line of credit cards with a Land Cruiser parked in the garage

And trying to make up for the times when you was gone

Being locked up while my heart was torn

You wrote me letters

Telling me when you come home things will be much better

I mailed you a pair of Tims for a Wu-Wear sweater

Up in the penal dipped (?) for the weather

In difficult times it's hard to maintain

I strive to live in the shelter that blocks out the rain

And that rain is pain

For stress on the brain will have a nigga insane

Forced to stay awake

Late nights it's hard to sleep

When I peek

Cause the kitchen's chopped up (?) they be trying to creep on me

Mental explosion when I meditate over by Taca Lake

Thoughts remain calm like the ocean

Puff a little war potion

Everything relates to emotion

When I stare at the stars surrounded by trees

Sometimes I feel like a fallen leaf

Blown away by wind realities

Strong breeze, but you're free

I took the block off the horn

So let knowledge be born

Blood brothers forever

Killa B's on the swarm

Dom P's (?) past, guns blast

I recollect on the past

On how we ran wild together

Chasing ca