A screech from an eagle is the sound of a hero’s cry 

With every blade of grass cut my father feeds his children

Fulfilled by another man’s tears and sweat

I try to reciprocate the same energy but fell into a drain 

Terrified to drop a seed because while I sleep I’m throwing punches 

Mind uneasy so when I’m approached you’ll see a grimace 

But why do you care it ain’t your life to

I pray for peace so God takes me through danger

Thinking about my woman got me crying in the corner

Like an old battery it’s no longer taking charge 

When I reach the end there will be a trace of blood

But when I die you’ll finally see a smile

Mask in the Closet

The fight is over 

Wrap me like a mummy in white sheets

Walking through a pool of broken glass 

This is path you made for me

With every step my mind bleeding 

