[Verse 1]
The chapter of the saga, fast narration, causin'
Track elevation horror slash meditation noggin
The martyr danced on, the father lost the ransom
For his mom and handsome son, shot a random thug
Slugs in the Kevlar, gun fun
Settle on the fund from the lust, trust shunned, slums bare arms
The poorest village mourn the form of its children
The norm was timid, scornin' orange trimmings for a livin'
Don't underestimate the child with revenge
In his eyes, he repents on the lives that he sends
To the sky, in defense, he relies in the lens
Tried twice by the feds, shied right from the pen
Nine times he extends lines, writing with a pencil
Mental reading, leaving heathens bleeding like a menstrual
Even Stevens, grew up in evening gutter sewers
Nothin' newer, somethin' functioned crueler, eating guts and stomach ulcers
All he needed was to look up to someone older
A role model, cold, hollow, non-sensical
Cold followed, slo-mo goblin showin' off
To Shaolin showmen, silence, throw 'em in a bottle
Poem-wrote (boss)

[Verse 2]
The final battle lured the ripped child and his daddy
Blind samurai, sword lie straight gripped in his hands, see
Shot hollows at his feet, and yelled, "dance"
Failed as a male dad, pale, stale, jail, well-advanced
He consents all the pain in the village
'Til the strangest scent of anger swayed, tempting the children
To gather all weapons, fathom all sections
On camera, caught pictures of the family, all massacred