Pusha-T

A heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom is

All apologies,

I bear the cross I wear the blame

We in the same group but I don't share my brothers pain

Not to confuse,

Our sentiment are all the same

I just don't feel Nothing I'm Numb by the will to gain

    Malice

I touch the hem Gods work is so divine

I see the error of my ways over time

Never to return, Malicous has been refined

Like wine with time, I get better

Not for valley vintage, my flow is fermented