lol i was 13 on this shyt
My style is wild like a newborn child
They call me Exile, cause I force bars
Lyrically charged
And the cause, for the effect of my tech
Is the lack of slugs for my rifle,
Either way I'm gunnin' tonight, fool
Disciple, One of the Twelve
I'm ready to die 'cause anything below heaven is Hell
You learn from your faults, simpler ya life is, the less you are taught
So the ones that live in paradise are the stupidest people
They dont understand shyt, just claim that we're equal
That may be true to a certain extent
You gotta realize things changed in different en-vi-ronments
And the gov-ern-ment, don't do shyt to prevent
Alcohol and drugs, prostitutes spreadin AIDs
shyt I wonder whats in these parents heads these days
It's like a hunger, sins committed at ages more younger
It's like you lose ya appetite, for things you once loved
The Devil is controllin youths minds and they're blamin the thugs
Commercial raps his tool, to take over our thoughts
When you're facin' Satan no matter who you are you're soft
But what I'm spittin to you now, is just the facts
We could fight back, but the Devil got us turned to Iraq
Tryna prevent the violence, while he works in silence...
I had another verse but im not tryna drop 100 bars