The Drive

When I wrote this one I had a lot things on my mind and they were mostly random thoughts. So if this seems like it has no form or logic thats why.

Now if you listing to me
I’m giving you a piece of me
That’s making you a part of Weez
And that part of me
Ought ta be
Close to your center,
Where your veins meet your arteries
So pardon me
I might be getting lil bit ahead of me
That’s because me thoughts is a racing,
Got me pacing
Staring in the mirror at the monster,
Wonder what the fuck I’m face-to-face wit
Look towards the future never scared of what I’m facing
I came from slums where if you make it out,
Your peeps is the ones that’s hating
Ever since, I started spittin that murder game for my gang,
They’ve been calling me Jason
Now that I put a fire in they ass,
Everyone catch a whiff of them biscuits baking
Yellow liquid fill they boots they scared,
I know I hear the splash while they shaking
I chose to lead never follow
Move out my way, you’ll see the path that I’m taking
Scratch that, you’ll be able to see the path that I’m making
Hard to understand like heavy accents on Haitians and Jamaicans
I joined the Corps and went to war for my nation
On two separate occasions, that’s a fact without a need for debating
Now who tell me to my face they reppin harder for our nation
And I’ll do it again if they asked
Put the crosshairs upon the head of Satan
But until ya’ll call, I’ll be here just patiently but anxiously waiting