Author: Prophet

Down here in Death Row, anarchy rules Thugs, serial killers, psychopaths and tools The usual, delusional, think they fit to be king Showin’ up, throwing’ down, settling beef in the ring Nobody steppin’ up to stop ‘em runnin’ around It’s due time for this nigga

Cirrus, turn up that beat from up there in the clouds, brotha. Ye, there it is. Let’s do.   When the cost of war is high You best raise the prophet. This battle royale full of bitches, they ain’t shit. A whole lotta suckers calling out, they