Thomas A. Anderson

Walk on, walk on this land with me

And walk this lonely land with me

Help of almighty God I know, I know I'm not alone

Pray to God, I'm like Jesus back with the safety off

I'll never take a loss, I'm too fly like two planes taking off

There's a murder scene, cops taped it off there's a body in the back and his face is off

Yeah, he paid the cost, he went against the odds and he faced a boss

Sting like a flick from a twisted cloth when it impacts your skin and lifts it off

Don't piss me off, brudda no Wahalla I will let the pistol off like a persistent cough

I am not ill, I am full blown sick, I am not well

That mean anybody can get it, I'm indiscriminate with it