I’m in hell’s kitchen with an apron and a hair net.Devil on my shoulder, the lord as my witness.So on my Libra scale, I’m weighing sins and forgiveness.What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop.Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful.Life on the edge, I’m dangling my feet.Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack,I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back.I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine. Eat her 'til she cry, call that “wine and dine” Try to check me and I’ma have ‘em checkin’ pulses.They say choose wisely, that’s why I was chosen.But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit.Now hop up on my dick and do a full split!

Another shady mission.Yesterday was stolen kisses.Blind insanity perfect pictures of me and my family Not understanding the destiny that they planned for me.If I have kids will I live to see em grow?Though I don't know,More broken promises,a sacred bond broken I know I'll die alone,but yet & still I'm hoping.Close my eyes & see nothing but pain the world's crazy.Still looking for a queen to plant seeds & have babies Maybe I'll be the one,or just maybe I'm lost. You'll never know being cautious.Take me away from the pain I feel inside