"That's over, God shined his light, every rhyme I write's/
For my homies behind the wall that's forced to fly a kite/
For my homies not here at all up in the sky with Nikes/
Steppin' through heaven, reppin' they checkin' my thoughts when I cry at night/"
Another Shady army release for y'all. This time it's from Mr. Yaowa. I'm digging this joint, it's got the perfect beat to compliment what Joell was tryna say in the track. Now all I'm waiting on is this BET Slaughterhouse cypher. Check it.