Released on January 1, 2006

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[Verse]

They tryin' to censor the influencer

Just makes me sicker, influenza, yeah

I'll abide by the censorship

Soon as they ride I'll get back on my nigga shit

Can't reverse

The boy-game Advanced, complete the genesis

I've broke bread with societies menaces

I've dedicated sentences to the dead, and said hold your heads to my niggas doin’ sentences

I send condolences to the victims but, threats to the witnesses

On my path I was facing a paragraph, myself

So they sentiments is felt

When you hate your own and discriminate of self

In a cell gotta make your home, coz you might never make it home

Suicide on your side might commit it with your belt

Keep your pants on homie

Streets are damn so lonely, like only

A bunch of niggas won’t help, nah

That’s the enemy of stealth

Plus if they get caught how you gonna keep your heart fatigue

The hustler’s diet is the enemy of health, give you heart disease

Arteries hard but its hard to leave the bread alone

Aren’t we hard headed, headed for harm, but don’t fret it homes

From the twist tied to the butt

We be rippin’ it up

From the horror to the cure, don’t force the issue

To you my niggas in the war, may the force be with you