I call it death a horrible stench to be cleansed.
You say you are blessed cuz your drunk till you drop
Having wild sex exposing your mind until it stops.
You living your life but you’re in the wrong lane
A fast approaching shame is coming your way
This generations fame is caught up in this game
You playing away you say you got it tamed.
I say it again the game got you checked
Try to leave and you’ll see that you’re strangled round the neck.
This aint the life its a cold tasteless drink
But come to the spring of Life
Where Christ will set you free!