 You know, I'ma keep it cool, no fools my way. Praise the Lord, don't cut my cord. I'm free to bugger me. I'm out of luck and stuck, but my blood is on your hands. And if you don't know or don't understand, that's a hard blow. Father and son, running hot like the sun. My tongue is my gun, standing fun and my worthiness. They say I'm like a kid, send me out and follow spiritual law. I'm a walking spirit, demigod. I've broken plenty laws, but family is fleshy. They damning me cause they can't understand it.