I need your help to write these wrongs to put it in a song all of the pride is lustful right, hear me before its gone, the sickness we weep is right in front of your mouth, watch before you put it in, might kill you reap your soul quick get you doing wrong, see I come quick to give you the grip of life that has come, it’s given every day at your fingertips to breath & sip, take shits and grieve on your sickness, pass it. Through the mic, catch me like a tree that snaps or live wire I spit it ...