drop bombs, like flyin from a plane,
droppin from the sky, like the pitta patta of rain,
but think the rain as bullets, an ur soakin up the liquid pain,
cold like liquid nitrogen, frozen like composure, thts hung like a funeral
for a kid tht died wayyyy to young,
but u cant look to the past, look at kingdom come,
keep marchin on, with or, without a drum, the beat will keep you on,
keepp you believin, your day will come,
an if u start to step, an start to slip,
dont fret,know ull always have my hand to grip
never fall like on ice, like make it melt
like your heart when u lost em, like heartfelt