All alone

No need for my long confession mind right but my face makes the wrong impression no chips for the chicks that are all for sexin' you back to the bricks for a longer lesson Gotta lil bread yet I think I gotta loaf in packs of the profen to keep my mind frozen waitin on a day till my stallion in chosen that will be the day, the death of a trojan spear through the heart I been here from the start paint a pretty picture thats the reason for art remember when I couldnt even breath with a shark now my mind full of everything you need in the dark Drinkin the jet fuel I speak of a jet flame there aint a referee so I aint in a ref's game flow still hard like its giving you chest pain Think you wolverine when you up on that x man I master the session burn a hole through the heavens I blow my thoughts on the mic with love and agression hispanic heritage with the mouth of a reveron bear the fruits of your labor watch me open my melon...