Theres a couple troops that I fought with, can't even scoop for the charge
Some conflicted with karma , some then developed from sport
Some then caught randy moss numbers,,slaves to the court
Many have perished at the hands of menial tests
Gripping tight to what was left
Fingers strained from the weight of d**h
Palms stained from the arch of less
s**ed the life out of heavens chest
Seeing spirits get arrested from afar
They lying in squalor once more
On they tourney back to god
And Im left breathless
Overwhelmed by tragedy I plot escapes
Enthused by the ambiance of dip-set tapes
Nostalgia enhanced courtesy of blue dream