\"What is it?\"
I keep telling myself what is it ? As I lose my breath ... the sensation that my life is coming to an end ... the value of my sins thats embedded inside my chest ... what is it ? Now I see 5 year olds wearing bullet proof vest .... all head shots but souls travel out the neck ....
Your mind records your actions ... and angels writing down your dead ... you only have one life and you party with a check ... so you done cashed out your whole week ... hanged over with death ...
do I speak to scary or is that your heart coming out ya chest ?
I\'m most praised so the servant ... has a peaceful text ... the phone rings what is it ? It\'s a family member who never read the text ... you say you believe in the most high .. but never once took your chance to repent ... I\'m speaking to myself first ... because one day I\'ll be next ...
I just pray when I go ... I can see peace eyes of the angel of death .... no one is perfect but you live like ... your lives are swept ... you let the evil dust consume the property of theft .... my poems are more powerful then music ...
Check out the most praised affect ... it knocks vocals like the horn that the angel is gone impact ...
By Muhammad Most praised servant of peace