Poetry - Esham

Heh, see, it’s a conspiracy, see y’all, y’all killed my man

And now they tryin' to kill me.

They think I can’t see that

You think I can’t see that

I know you heard of me never but I murder forever

Impatient mental patient without health care

Detroit street-educated straight off the welfare

Powered milk drinkin', suicidal witchdoctor known for head shrinkin'

The government want me to stop thinkin'

Blink and I’m gone, reappear with the chrome to ya dome

Bustin' caps like raps on microphones

Now if you wanna talk to some crooks

Come to Detroit and getcha bling took

I ain’t exaggeratin', I ain’t playa hatin'

3 feet of snow and killas still roll Dayton’s

Oh my god, it’s crazy

Think I want a different color mink for everyday of the week

Homey, don’t speak on me

I’m the one and only gift the Unholy poetry

Poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry

Oh… the wicked shit, the wicked shit, you bitch

That’s all, that’s it, these niggas talkin' shit

That’s all I needed, one wicked rhyme never repeated

I’m heated, put acid on Skittles and make you eat it

And when he come up dead they be like

'He did it, E did it'

I gives a fuck, I gives a fuck

Get buck, get stuck like a chicken get pluck

These niggas in my city on a nut like what

Never been to a party didn’t get shot up

Shot, shot, shot up

Never been to a party didn’t get shot up

Didn’t get shot up

Mental telepathy tellin' me I need therapy

I blew my cranium killin' brain cells, I’ll never be sane

I’m insane, life in pain, that’s whatchu gain

When it rain on the Unforgiven in the fast lane

This is ya brain on drugs but if it was ya brain on slugs

It’d be nothin' blood, 'cuz we livin' in a world that’s ran by thugs

I said we livin in a world that’s ran by thugs

And they quick to peel ya, kill ya, still they never fill ya

Until… you…die, until you die

Where we all go when we die?

Where we go when we die?

Where we all go when we die?