Bloodshed

Yeah yeah like a rainy cloud Pour rain on me Blood stains on my shoulders Blood blood blood blood Stains on my shoulders Black black mustang riding out like horses I grow my own fuckin soldiers I grow my own fuckin soldiers Yeah like a walk in the a park Easy to say shit not easy to do it Evil bitches want me down They crooked Yeah they call me reaper The soul gate keeper My mind is a dark figure If u look deeper I seen to much creepers Just creeping on you Just for a few cents Had a few gents That died So you better know these streets are cold No one where's gold Its either stolen or sold See people got fake personalities They don't got the ability to do their responsibilities People get brain washed they think the time is gonna freeze Cold wind blows They use drugs as their breeze Now everybody are stuck with the disease Now they ask GOD for help But forgot to say please Yeah yeah like a rainy cloud Pour rain on me Blood stains on my shoulders Blood blood blood blood Stains on my shoulders Black black mustang riding out like horses I grow my own fuckin soldiers I grow my own fuckin soldiers Swear to GOD that you death and blind Swear that your head does not carry your mind I hope that you into this song And find your inner self And make peace with yourself I did that when i was 12 I hope that you find what you need To be a better you Not to over greed Hope that this seed That i plant gives you What you need to feed Not to kill But to break ya enemies To make them feel How you felt Not to stamp or shoot But hit them with a fuckin belt I'm proud of who i am I'm a king with no crown But still i make my fuckin sound Make my noise Make sure they hurt my voice Make them feel like they have no choice I eat these rappers till they full my void