In this moment of sadness, you lie hopeless, you lie and you lie, and you lied... but where can you look up? If the world is always beckoning to look down upon thee. Where is your hope? Our moment of triumph

Song shows the way of the Samurai in NYC (personal representation of a Wu-Neighborhood) " tired of getting sleepy. tired of the week,entitlement to my survivor instincts, no god for the helpless,

Lyrics I’m from the killa killa hill, we keep it real consistent For that dollar dollar bill, we will murder you in an instant Fuck what your name is, you’ll be non-existent If you ever try to show any