Open Run Sessions

Lethal Injection (Game Over)

Touch not my anointed

Do my poets no harm

Father forgive him

He doesn't know what he's done

I had a conversation with God

Trying to get my life in order

My PTSD and anxiety

Has been making it harder

A colonizer speaks in prose

Attempting to win some hearts

He's misguided and misinformed

Reeks of racism and dirty farts

I spoke to God and expressed how this poet is the problem

He said I already won this battle

He wanted me to work hard for this outcome

His sister and mother started waving white flags

They knew the fight was chaotic

Watching me destroy their hero looked beautiful and nostalgic

His son picked up the phone

Said "Uncle Tre, please stop it!"

I didn't want to let him down

I pulled up his court ordinance

You've been summoned to come on stage

Now you must answer the callout

No more begging for Jojo

This moment will end in a biblical drought

Lethal Injection

He said make sure that pen is ready

Sharpen the sword

He is coming with attacks

Before you try to move in closer

I ought a suggest you take a step back

Look in the mirror

See if going head-to-head with Mayhem is what you desire

I'll leave so much smoke in your soul

You'll be calling me the Man of Fire

I'm enraged

You call yourself an ally

You must be deranged

I'm surprised you didn't have a clue

Cause this HB sees you

He chose this date

He chose to eat off my plate

He chose to accept this feud

That was a mistake

And if you didn't see the obvious

He's a virgin I state

I knew there was something

God kept showing me

He said my son let me expose your enemy

Don't let him in too close

Strike first then cut the hair in sun

Fix the pigtails

Give him barrettes

Let him sit in the corner

Before he gets upset