It's undeniable, pick up a bible, Pick up a rifle, it's a war goin on outside Catch a cypher , til the very end alive or Dead, instead of lookin at sky, put up a fight The good, the bad, the ugly, been stuck in public Public dungeon, concrete hostages, no apologies The movement of rumors, wanna kill the room, later or sooner What a goon to puppet master, be so glooming U prolly wanna feel the world in your palm Calm down, don't lemme go off, I'm napalm I been victim of the streets , nobody rescue me It's resurrection, khaki suits, n chains on the wrist They tried put me in they pen, murder was the case Get it straight or get the fuck up out my face It was a fiction, like celebrity couples, or Scientology Churches, ain't tryna wait til the murk me