Full Moon - Killarmy

When I came to you there on that cold 
telephone pole horror of the night 
and you came out to meet me 
and then tell me things and sit down on the porch swings 

<9th Prince> 

Congratulations you coming home next month 
Humble as a monk 
We celebrate with Crystal and skunk 
The family's large 
It's hard being God 
Still take charge come home to a massage 
A line of credit cards with a Land Cruiser parked in the garage 
And trying to make up for the times when you was gone 
Being locked up while my heart was torn 
You wrote me letters 
Telling me when you come home things will be much better 
I mailed you a pair of Tims for a Wu-Wear sweater 
Up in the penal dipped (?) for the weather 
In difficult times it's hard to maintain 
I strive to live in the shelter that blocks out the rain 
And that rain is pain 
For stress on the brain will have a nigga insane 
Forced to stay awake 
Late nights it's hard to sleep 
When I peek 
Cause the kitchen's chopped up (?) they be trying to creep on me 
Mental explosion when I meditate over by Taca Lake 
Thoughts remain calm like the ocean 
Puff a little war potion 
Everything relates to emotion 
When I stare at the stars surrounded by trees 
Sometimes I feel like a fallen leaf 
Blown away by wind realities 
Strong breeze, but you're free 
I took the block off the horn 
So let knowledge be born 
Blood brothers forever 
Killa B's on the swarm 





Dom P's (?) past, guns blast 
I recollect on the past 
On how we ran wild together 
Chasing ca