RZA Spits Verse for Joe Rogan and Donnell Rawlings

Your words are gonna leave with a verse. Check it out. What's the logistics? Is my egotistic personality part of my coexistence or is it just a dangerous stranger paying me an uninvited visit? Like an unwanted Christmas guest. Or is it just a fragment of my lower self, envy, greed and lust on my higher self, goodwill, love and trust? Is this therapy too untherapeutic to discuss? I was dangling in the dirt like a pair of loose shoestrings, but I was born in the USA like Bruce Springsteen, torn between the temptation of bringing the ruckus to maintaining a structure to keeping girls on my payroll that cuts your nuts off after they fuck you before you rupture. They try to put me in a quiet place with a word stop or put me in a closed pen space brewing life through a bird box. But close the windows, shut the doors, scatter dirt on the floor so the sound of my footsteps are dampened and absorbed. That's a metaphor to kill the noise. While they walk around, we look blindfolded as they kill our boys. And these crazy races roam with cold steel and they kill for joy. Blood spills inside the church and outside the shopping store, inside the movie theater, school campus and church or the synagogues. No location is omitted. Most cases get acquitted by mental illness and no guns are prohibited. Is it rational to think this is a national problem? Therefore it's a threat to national security and the National Guard needs to solve it? Or is it visible? It's a problem for individuals who are not in court with the principle of one nation under God and the visible. Respect to my veterans. The RZA ladies and gentlemen, Don L. Rollins. That's it! That's it!