Kings pen ft. $amm

In my golden cup, while your bitch, she lick the bone under my fendi gown

When times is hard, I look to Jah, my face is never down

My mind is flooded, so every time I open up, my mouth is start to drown

So the paper where you rest the ball of my pen

As I bleed, I pray all of it is never in vain

Dubbed by these trials and tribulations, more time I lose my patience

For him I hold way too many questions, pressure from blood relations

Relatives living in welfare, uncles that done committed suicide in K square

Pregnant teenage sisters with baby daddies that don't care

Cousins on the volley, fully gone zombie,so we can't talk