[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
This shit is demonic right here boy
Yeah, I don't understand man
Y 'all hear these words
I am the son of the fallen one
For real, yeah

[Verse]
Peek through these alleys and corners visions beyond the gutter
I gave birth to this creed, I breed like a Adonis mother
You will never find another they might look the same in this game
But the buck stops there no telling gotta be honest, brother
But it's all relative Rеdemption is what they promise colourеds
I met peace by myself 'cause I was never fond of others
All winter, it was my turn to churn and grind some butter
I got that work hard for the money to become the don of summers
God's amongst us, but I could feel the devil he's closing in
How does it feel when your hero just sold his soul to win? Slaughtered priest found by the chapel robbed for a stroll of sins
All the beasts bounded by shackles scarred by the lows of men
No defence, but the pitfalls by the gates and a bread to kill you Look in the pupils in every dog that I fed a meal to
One word, and they’ll take ya genitalia for memorabilia
You touch my kids? I damn near guarantee every pet 'll feel ya
Yeah, analyze these squares when I broke these angles
Ropes get dangled with the hopes to hang you choking strangled
Though it's painful these words gonna give you courage
When most is shameful this industry is full of savage demons and broken angels
Yeah, supposed to show you love but they chose to blame you
How was you trained to accept the teachings of those who slain you?
Damn, still a child of God, but I'm hell-bound it shells counted
But those in my circle of TRUST is well-rounded
Yeah, I've seen families cry on them jail visits
The average man can't take the smell in it
Six by nine selling years hell-sent it repelled critics
'Cause every loss I learned from but you can't spell
Millions without them L's in it
Nah, you get to it by infesting your ones
That scared money you hold and get you left in the slums
I sold that pain on the first 'cause I was second and none
I won't rest 'till I'm done, I'm the Desolate One
Yeah, the brain thinks but the heart knows
A street n***a with God's glow but a scarred soul lost cause
These ghettos turn John Snow's and a John Doe's
Now we out of town with a large load dark roads
Lead to a broken dream and a heart cold
How you not gonna smell blood with a shark's nose?
All these premonitions destined to come
The graphic scripts of Duffle Bag, the Desolate One