SO I'M SHOWIN MY ASS! NIGGAS!

Leave'em grievin if weezin, its no releasin these demons
My mind conflicts with the kids at Colombine's events
Mind's jus twist wit the breezes of season's
Induced witta rage that can't be explained in reasons
Get they minds ecstatic wit a view so graphic
And a flow so deadly, leave'em on a lyrical mattress
Its a race, wit lyrical crashes
And niggas ain't safe even if a miracle happens
We progress in time, I'ma mess wit mine
We dodgin death each day, thank God we blessed wit sings
I make the rest resign, 20, now sub-dued to 5
A spartan in his heart, get stronger when a battler dies!

EASY!

""""blessed wit signs""""""