Son of LUCA

Born a loser, bred to win, I'm in my head, can't trust my friends

I went to church, been baptized, woke up to sin again

Walked out that prison stent, took a stance, swing for the fence

The risk of chance taken leaning towards we win

In the field, cleats leaving prints, this legacy cased in cement

My pedigree, godly events, the deceased shall now be avenged

Greeting Ra as we ascend, silk linen draped upon my skin

A beast of god, but son of man, since I learned what Bushido meant

Ceteris Paribus, do not leave room to be content

I'm from the block where dreams expensive could cost your life for that last sentence

Hard to move forward when apprehensive, let's talk skid row

I know tenants, most reality is rose tinted they count us out, diminished