just bored high wrote a rhyme

[Aikijiujitsu]

Cocaine imbedded in his finger tips/
casket or a cage for most men who witnessed this/
as a young boy a love for money stole his innocence/
learned fools have long tongues deaf ears and speak ignorance/
his struggles made his demeanor more militant/
lifes a bitch so with her hes most intimate/
another story is told/
this man kills for glory and gold/
walks the path a warriors road/
so with death in his eyes held the reaper in his arms/
hell fire spit out that heater in his palm/
learned how to seize the moment had a deeper kinda calm/
when his mother shot his father he seen it in his moms/