[VERSE 2: Eshon Burgundy] Ayo I gotta go in / I write till it's hollow in the pen, pray and hope that they swallow what I meant / not a follower of men who are modelled after sin, playing lotto, chasing after the wind / big dreams and no discipline so the state they were in come right back get em again like fiends / addicted to that explicit now the Spirit's evicted, just another statistic na'mean? / gotta pray for em, Lord give me what to say to em, let em know You got a better way for em / oh that's right I gotta givе em them red lеtters to offset the power that's supplied by the peer pressure / when me and Mark come around they call us bloodhounds, crucify my flesh I'm covered in blood now / I give em Jesus on the corner where it's foul, where the gun sounds exactly like the drum... /