Off
chilling at Discovery Green
generating me some green
some don't know, what that mean
in any language, green means, green
and we got a have it, like getting its
a habit on a nun in a convent
my grandmother was put in a
convalescent home, when I got there
she was gone, along with my happy home
I ain't mad not at all, the higher I go
my enemies fall, my life's a movement
I don't stall, I stand tall like my
cousin Paul, who stood back
and watched me go through it all
never once tried to warn me
that there was, a plot to harm me
Grace and Mercy is my army
the spirit is upon me, it's my season
with a touch of salt, so put down
the gun and halt, I'm like a sawed off
take your head off and leave your
body standing, watch where you're
landing, I'm on the runway
Monday -Sunday, always
one step ahead, so catch me, if you can

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