Lost Crow

Life is dark full of lies and demise

I pray when I die my soul reach the skies

God grant me a mala as a significant welcome

My brothers are dying from te barrel, bullts riping through each vessel

When my time come I ont want it to be by metal

I dont want to e another lost soul the world considers a faiure

Even do outkast and young rebel

Aspeople glorifyGod before everydecision

I want people tommortalize my visions.