I made it to London, as a sec I maxed out
And you shaking no to me mental I wanted your mom to know in spirit you still living and brought this about
Psychs and jails are this close SHOUT
Cause criminal mental held my key
But being crazy doesn’t define who I be
And it’s not all to do with what happened back then
Thank you for being my angel for every fact when
I wish I had a suv to drop this on your grave tonight
But the snow marks 3 days before you took your first flight
