First Blood

Lyrics

Muze is back in the saddle again That's where my travel begins Having some battles with friends that ended tragically Took a sabbatical then picked up my pad and my pen To make some magic again back on my strategy As I strategically form all of my metres and poems I see 'em leading me on to where I need to be With little ease in this road, I see that's just how it goes Until the feet of His throne [?] It's so sweet like a San Diego sunset Invokes speech that ain't even leave my lungs yet They flow weak like they ain't reach one yet My flow deep like the USA gov debt I hold heat without the piece in my poem Except the peace that you see when I'm gone So people be calm, I'm writing for that long road ahead of me Beats knock heavily, rhymes drop heavenly Let it be, so get your hands to the sky If you're down the style that I'm using in my music So get your hands to the sky If you're down the sound I'm producing in my music Get your hands to the sky If you're down the God that I worship in my music Get your hands to the sky If you're down the God that I worship, if not, use this!