[verse 1: Airospace] I ain't got a lotta money cuz my pockets black with holes All these b**hes say they love but it don't matter where it goes If i ever see my father when he shows up at a show I'mma tell him i dont give a f** a n***as twenty four I got a twenty five years Twenty five signals stuck in my right and left ears The drums are exploding open my third eye and steer My hopes and my dreams between light showers and fears The devil is here God I cannot take it Ill spazz when i make it Some cardi with whiskey and juice That girl in the black With the tats on her and an a** Like a latin with too much to lose The cops cannot get me You god cannot stop me I'm atlas and titans will lose Philosophy probably her d**h has just got to me Momma your wish will come true [Hook: Airospace, Mike Melinoe] I won't lose I won't lose I won't, I won't lose [Verse 2: Airospace] Dead and i'm fillin feeling the cup and i'm healin Maybe the cynicist inner mission to break down the Hope and sentence my ego to sadder dealings The active reaction when i'm just f**ing some stunted Women to fill in the void and if you would ever just f**ing listen and unblind your stunted vision The sun would seem brighter than the red blotches Behind your illids and taking the spastic colors And seen that the flowers dying but beauty Is in the eye of the holder beholding lies And I bet five dirty dollars that a cop'll pull a gun On any young black n***a before the age of twenty one If you trying to justify a d**h with skittles or a blunt Then i hope your ego catapults your family to the sun (yeaahhh) f** a piece i'll take a cross And force my right hand of peace Still invoke the sun of free pending speech Leave and preach the god of james john and pete Deep, betray the wrist and cut down the feed Sleep, spit down to ground and hit jesus' feet Creep, expell the weak and defeat the leech I'm sora sporting long johns with keys Come f** with me [Hook: Airospace, Mike Melinoe] I WONT LOSE I WONT LOSE I WONT I WONT LOSE [Outro: Mike Melinoe]