Rap/Poem Developed under the sun, raised under the gun when hate and love can come together as one where the love shed was factor only to demons and when god's feet were sweep underneath him he was lonely...but never alone never believed it, till it was written in stone the only way it was done, was all on his own a powerful legacy that nobody has known and the one who did, couldn't confess where that man was, nobody could guess only in his thoughts was he ever alive are we flyin on hope? or hopin' to fly and only some people, can really relate to a type of lifestyle...filled with hate corruption and greed...nothin' we need where the leaders follow, and only the followers lead to be continued...
