Killarmy

When I came to you there on that cold
telephone pole horror of the night
and you came out to meet me
and then tell me things and sit down on the porch swings
Congratulations you coming home next month
Humble as a monk
We celebrate with Crystal and skunk
The family's large
It's hard being God
Still take charge come home to a massage
A line of credit cards with a Land Cruiser parked in the garage
And trying to make up for the times when you was gone
Being locked up while my heart was torn
You wrote me letters
Telling me when you come home things will be much better
I mailed you a pair of Tims for a Wu-Wear sweater
Up in the penal dipped (?) for the weather
In difficult times it's hard to maintain
I strive to live in the shelter that blocks out the rain
And that rain is pain
For stress on the brain will have a nigga insane
Forced to stay awake
Late nights it's hard to sleep
When I peek
Cause the kitchen's chopped up (?) they be trying to creep on me
Mental explosion when I meditate over by Taca Lake
Thoughts remain calm like the ocean
Puff a little war potion
Everything relates to emotion
When I stare at the stars surrounded by trees
Sometimes I feel like a fallen leaf
Blown away by wind realities
Strong breeze, but you're free
I took the block off the horn
So let knowledge be born