Holding the pencil till the tip hits the ocean, delivery and devotion,
Fathom my life, Violence begins to mend what isn't broken,
Every literate element in life reflecting, picture the motion,
The result of success but I'm what's better left chiseled and unspoken,
Never believed in god so it's like I have a price to pay,
Word to Fresh, we shall never see the better light of day,
Sitting in the room of sanctuary, but my presence shows that I might decay,
No more room in the projects, making shanks, i have to fight to stay