this is the lost poem that will survive like the odyssey
the oracle told me my prophecy
and she said i shall rule the world and that it was meant to be
never killed but held a gun and that just wasn't me
killing these weak minded fools mentally
childhood pains keep jogging my memories
been through allot but niggas been through worse
to my dad i was his first
he loves me i loved him since birth
even do he wasnt there when i claimed the ground as my turf
i say that im blessed
beware of strangers yet they come to are house as guest
why is it that when a bullet pierce are chest
we sometimes tend to be weak and get laid to rest
down there becomes an eternal sleep
cant dig ourselves out because the hole is to deep
light you can try to find and seek
which will never be because you are in an eternal sleep
as far as the oracle she was right im becoming the young messiah
controlling the 4 elements water,Earth,Wind,fire
getting everything i desire
but through fear they call me lord and sire