Styles P Fire & Pain
Shit is too too crazy...listen god bad luck like I ran and f..cked a voo-doo lady/
Every other week I'm in handcuffs..stack somethin, loose somethin, somethin keeps f..ckin my plans up/
Movin in a hurry, thinkin time is slow when I passed the cemetery where my lil' brother is burried/
All I can do is salute, pound on my chest, god got his army and we all his recruits/
Every other night I see demons, do something wild and I don't know the reason/
Blame it on the air, so I say its the seasons...tell my niggas to light the f..ck up cuz i'm feignin/
