[Verse 1:]

Yo, I set Northern Lights on fire

Get higher off of each bowl

Plot deceitful, we wolves dressed in sheep’s wool

We the people are not accepting our demise

We concealing our identities, a blessing in disguise

Directly in my eyes, that’s where the fire scorches

Seeking higher forces, inside of iron horses

Alive is corpses, with the heroes left to die

Like it’s a standoff at high noon under desert skies

LI to Bedford-Stuy to up town where Tech resides

With God as my witness, I gotta stand and testify

If you real you recognize our lives are jeopardized

So we drink away pain and maintain by getting high

C’mon step inside, play the track, let it ride

See why I burn bridges, turn vicious, sever ties

Cause everytime somebody put Bolic under pressure

Life flash before my eyes and burn an image on my retina

[Hook:]

([samples] – Diabolic. I’m ain’t the type dude you go to war with. I gotta chip on my shoulder. Bring it on. Knock ya head, break the fuck up off ya.) – 2X

[Verse 2:]

Yo, yo, I think it’s easy to tell the life I’m leading is hell

I can see the future, it’s my past repeating itself

Be catching several cases and just sleeping in cells

Like Al-Qaeda plotting to send you plastique in the mail

I know Jesus can feel that I miss my silent nights

Since they been replaced by siren lights and fire fights

I duel on iron mics and excel when it’s crunch time

Double fisted, alcoholism in my blood line

Sometimes they say I’m crazy and they sort of right

I want to go door to door tonight and murdering ’till morning light

Cause I was born poor and I ain’t the corporate type

So maybe when I got shit, I’ll think there’s more to life

‘Till it happens, yeah right, I’ll fight and I’ll paper chase

Off the books, dodging the federal government’s database

At a later date, my paper mate, may just change my fate

Paid to write about the times when I made mistakes, now

[Hook] – 2X

[Verse 3:]

Yo, yo, Lord knows Bolic couldn’t fathom what was foretold

At the crossroads, God talking back in morse code

Lost soul as confused as Donnie Darko

Wishing I was ignorant to these illuminati barcodes

The shit I know could make the human body’s heart blow

Presidential plots supplying Giuliani’s cargo

Car loads of soldiers in illegal wars

With a system designed to keep the poor people poor

To keep the poor asking why the fuck they breathing for

Mad, like let’s burn the flag that we pledge allegiance toward

Tired of these streets, sick of this convenience store

Fuck I do nuttin’ new, everything I’ve seen before

Old E, pounds of weed, G’s of raw

Now I see, keys are pure, stashed in Buick Regal doors

Creating a monster in the street’s deepest core

So it’s time all y’all realize that we at war, c’mon

[Hook] – 2X

(I did not type these, Thanks to Hattscrib and B-Pun)