Yea,The cost of life is frost bite,
a lost fight,
and the seasons beats my temple sensless,
i lay defensless,
as the dull scene intervenes,
behind the high walls,
the beat arouses the mind of this young teen,
my social status is underrated,
but it is what it is,
like the style is concentrated,
dialated visions,
street lights mark the street fights,
aint no winners being sinners,
the heat is vagrant,
cold weather lasts forever,
my picture painted,
never fall,
but the consequence make my progress stall,
the globes rotation's my evalution of a dieng call.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az