Spit fire but never burn, Fireman should wear my skin, I know my soul ain't clean, I know where my hands been, Sip liquor with no return, No remorse, my heart does yearn, I hear, not my concern, I'm here, these scars I've earned, While planting the seeds of hope, In this jungle where I learn to cope, With these microphones as my Trobe, Roots tied in my dashiki Robe, Phoenix rising, yeah, that's my cue, Burning bridges and building anew, Here to get my due, high so you know I flew, And I said Hechooo, y'all owe me my blessings, This pain my child like he came out of my testis, See it's my fault, See I'm the one who got karma pregnant, But she kuffed me over, I had no choice in the situation,