Target my inside 
Judging my outsides 
Blinding your third eye
Placing a curse on your life 

One that's irreversible, let you know this is personal 
For all the years of punishment from what the fuck 
You committed the marks remain on my holy flesh
Still you run around acting with no regret.
If I ever see you again it's over with 
No violence just the deafening silence of dopesick death 
Cds spin to the point you become motion sick 

Mistakes occur but you can't erase the words 
That you never said to my face but heard 
Like you laced my herb
So things seem out of place and blurred 
 


The pain of overdosing sorrows 
Not knowing tomorrow comes 
No more time I hope to borrow 
The agony of despair 
Jump off my balcony as my parents stare 
At the tragedy they had to bare

Because of your incompetent negligence 
There's no honor in your existence 
Maybe you should rethink quantum genesis   
You think you're awesome?  
Looks like you forgot your medicine 

The green banks of the lower nile 
In the jaws of the crocodile 
Is where the body is found 
I hate people who talk too loud

 hatred can be disguised in compassion 
Acting like you care but behind you was laughing 
Blinded by the blackness inside the hearts of men 
Left me with scars within 
reminds me times are grim

I cannot trust another human being without truly feeling like they using me for some kind of lucrative scheme 
That benefits you and your team over me 
Mind over matter time heals the broken 

Broken means shattered tattered on my sleeves 
Watch cowards scatter as my wrists bleed 
They tower over my emotions and diss me 
In dreams I'm drowning in oceans of misleading hope

My neck is me and you are like the slipknot rope 
You ever been sick off dope 
To the point where you don't wanna live no mo
Welcome to my hip hop show

When I was a child I was lovable 
But you robbed my energy and potential 
By introducing me to drugs and dope 

In my eyes you'll never be forgiven tho
You run around not showing remorse 
I'ma rip out your fucking vocal chords
Just so I can speak to you like an overlord 
And the truth stings like a cobra mark 


 
Prod. by: Pharaoh Imhotep II

Green banks of the Nile (Jaws of a crocodile)

Pharaoh Imhotep II