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somebody said I was coming
heard you, you grabbed a gun
and, left town running
saw you when you fell
ran into that wall
tripping on guilt
will get you kilt
shacking my head at
the fortress, you built
attempting to keep me out
"WHAT YOU, WORRIED BOUT"
how can you be, untouchable
tweeting, your whereabouts
know everywhere you go
descibe your vehicle
make and model
on the dashboard, a pill bottle
do I make you nervous
need something to calm your nerves
you're a self-made enemy
my grandfather put the smart me
he was the heart in me
if I shed a few tears, pardon me
this is what he told me
child, vengeance belongs to God
but, you can always pray and ask for
the rod, if its granted and handed to you
then do what you got to do
don't walk into heaven with footprint
all over you , no matter the size of the shoe
wait for the applause, then clap back
push the wigs back
part the hair, scratch the dandruff
and grease the scalp
