Anatomy 1:4

You meet a man who's suffering, it affects you minutely

Imagine living in a city where everyone has lost everything

Imagine a man slumped over his steering wheel

Brains falling out of his mouth

Muscles protruding from his bullet wounds, like even they wanted out

To us thats not offensive

The sight of blood doesn't make anyone of us apprehensive

'cause where I'm from, you talk to much, we cut your throat apart

Is that distasteful there

Or is it edgy art?

Last i checked, you ain't got scars in your skin that prove that you've been whеre i've been

So next timе you stick your hand out, understand that the last man that did

I blew his fucking hand off

Thats not a metaphor

And thats not self expression

Thats a man in flint, Michigan being taught a fucking lesson

And he's probably watching me right now with a hole in his shit

These are real people, places, things

I don't expect you to understand it

God's kept me here this long, I can't help but feel protected

So either you're supposed to hear my songs or I'm serving a sentence

All I got is my gun, and my knife

And a hundred motherfuckers that will take your fucking life

At the drop a dime as soon, as I give the word

I'm a shooter with shooters that have weapons with names you've never heard

And I'm not endorsing violence

All I'm saying is you'll meet god if you try us

This pack of wolves is a family

And theres no place we won't take it

You call that insanity, but were just trying to make it

And I'm just telling the story

And you can shoot the messenger

Just know he shoots back

And I don't die when I'm shot

More than once I've proven that

And you can't beat us, so just join us, or just leave us alone

Or you'll come up missing, and they'll have to hear about you in my poems