The 410 Survival kit (Intro)

[Verse: King Los]
Well, first off I'm back in the city, we should all be concerned
Uh, Its my fourth night, and my foresight still reveal things to me that's hardly discerned
Like I partly emerged from the street jumped off of the curb
And that rush I got inside supplied my thoughts and my urge
When I talk you should learn, you surprised I'm back home?
What you thought the bible meant when it said "God will return"
Born into crime, my niggas move weight and make a toast
I guess that's turning water to wine
Let me take my time, yeah
I came back so they can see my light
How I turned that Crown Vic into a G5 flight
Uh, my whole city got hate, pain, and trust issues
So praise those that maintain and stuck with you
Got a uncle that I miss dearly, communication got lost and need to be fixed clearly
Uh, this distance might be a long one
I mean if you love god more than you love me, and god love the world more than he love his own son
I can't blame you for not feeling the wrong done
I got knowledge of self I got control
I got the world in my hands I got the glow
Sorry that I'm always busy and got to go but god bless your despise rejected forgotten soul
I made songs to get you through what they stuck you in
I got plans to get you out of that rut you in
I heard the stories bout niggas that fell off and its complicated when that's the conversation they want you in
I am not a industry rapper, despite the stories you believe look how I'm ending these chapters
I'm a gifted scientific biochemistry master
I am energy matter
I'm a paradigm shifting parallel lines written with infinity after
This is for forever my nigga
No man could ever break what god put together my nigga
Uh, born in a war zone hustle to put a horse on your shirt from a poor home look dirt, it hurt
The rain poured on that block you clot to put that Porsche on
Jumped off the porch strong flaming you got that torch on
Claiming anyone in the way of your fame and fortune
Get scorched but of course you can't up hard was taught wrong
Now you spend your days in court or even your thoughts on the ground cause a nigga caught you slippin
From the project court to being caught up in the system
This my muhfuckin city

[Outro]
I pray you make it back home
I pray you make it back home
Uh, I made the kit that help you survive through
I made some shit my niggas could ride to
I made the playlist that they could vibe to
You from the streets you feel this inside you, oh oh oh
We with the shits no need to remind you
We in the city my nigga slide through
I came back and did it cause it was time to