[Part 1: Tacuma]

I can't even stand the smell of you
Eating all summer wasn't frail in the winter
Need meat around them bones when the hale come to hit cha
Spells from the witch looking pale in the picture
Trails from the stench lead your tail to the center
I never bail, I'm a winner, Christian Bale
In a spinner, slinging shells at a villain
Phone fulla numbers that I fail to remember
Holy with the bars, I raised hell in December
Just a little bit of must
Fist riddled full of cuts
Burning in the midsummer sun
Just a little bit of must
Fist riddled full of cuts
Burning in the midsummer sun
It's like im one feet beneath my goals
One feet to hit the ball and reach the goal
Dumb sheep the type to follow for your gold
The shit turn to glitter when it swallow up your soul
It sucks being hollow being broke
Questioning your future but tomorrow never knows
My heart is something borrowed from my home
I faced all them sorrows all alone
Faith been a product of my own
I been barking for a bone
I'm a dog
And I'm dark
In the dark
[Part 2: War]

If I dont' go to purchase, Imma purchase it all
Spit from the lungs till it hurt when i cough
Learnt from the courts where I learnt how to ball
Learnt how to judge, then I learnt how to fall
You was burning bridges, we was burning the law
Searching for the sermon in the songs
You burglarized art then you murder my dogs
Imma bird in the night, as I fly in the fog
Spending my time getting lost
Hitting the mic on my jaw
Dribbling light in the fourth
Quarter to buy me a slice or a bar
I put myself in this war
You put yourself in this war
My parents did nothing at
My knuckles they bleeding from walls
My knuckles they bleeding from war
Don't put yourself in this war
I put myself in this
My knuckles they bleeding from walls
My knuckles they bleeding from war
My parents did nothing at all
My parents did nothing at
You put yourself in this war
I put myself in this
You put yourself in this war
My parents did nothing at, ay