My entire life I've walked with the reaper
Growing up in chicago, no father, I was my own teacher
Mind stretching and constant flexin'
Best friends laid out in the street, brotherhood tension
Flashbacks to guns and siblings killing over whos got the most power
No safety zone in homes filled with the smell of gun powder
It seems like kids are quick to pick up a gun
Dreams of my Nikes getting scuffed up on the run
Every now and then the devil and I have a moment
Where I see the way he does, feelings get potent
No room for criminals or inked up kids in a changing society
No time for jokes towards the general, crinkled paper and lost memories
That's why I envision myself as the pure form of anarchy
I've got more demons than angels inside of my heart
Always keeping my eyes closed, but mind toward the stars

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