VERSE 1
It all started back in 1994 bwoi,
a young kid growing up in a war bwoi.
Staring death in the eye toe to toe bwoi,
ducking bullets with my face to the floor bwoi.
I done been to the lowest you can go bwoi,
I lost everything in life but my soul bwoi.
That's why I'll never ever rap like a dope bwoi.
Survived killers with AKs and Grenades
in a rage at my door bwoi.
I started rapping because the pain was deep,
and I done seen too much bloodshed to sleep.
So I'm geeked to the peak with no words to speak,
and all I feel is defeat while I grind my teeth like...
"Somebody gotta bleed
on somebody's beat
Somebody might as well be me."
I took a number like I'm meant for the top
I'm ready to drop this spot
so hot they can't stop me.
Inevitable that when you pop
you got a world of friends.
Never thinking about the time that you be putting in.
Now the world and everybody
is wondering where you been,
but the truth is they just ain't been listening.
I'm a little bit of Pac, a little bit of Bone
A little bit of David in the Psalms writing songs.
A little Outkast, Johnny Cash and some Pastor,
call it Vice Versa, reverse the past.
My music is therapy to poison the pain
and every song like a piece of me, I ain't looking for fame.
I ain't never thought about selling my soul for this game
But I'm gonna spit so hard that it knows name is...

HOOK
My name is Crucifix!
My name is a daily reminder
the pain that's inside of me
keeps on dividing me
til I nail it to the Crucifix.

VERSE 2
I started for the love
of the music because it helped me.
I was born with struggle in my blood
and I know it's out to kill me.
Nineteen with a dream ain't gonna back down.
Writing raps on the toilet of a crack house.
Spitting verses at the cops while they pat down,
running by the moment
like I'm living in a freestyle.
It's I'm shooting every word that's said,
It's like I'm aiming at the stars
but inside I'm dead.
It's like I'm hanging onto nothing but the beats I'm fed.
Conversating with the roaches that share my bed.
I got nothing in this life but a mountain
of people thinking that I'll never make it
so they're doubting.
I've given so much that I been stopped counting.
I sold my only car just to print my first album. Ahhg.
Now that's a gamble when no one cares,
I put it all out on the table homie I ain't scared.
People talkin about, "This dude came from where?"
It's been decade since I dropped My Life's Prayer.
I'm like a little bit of Biggie, and a little bit of Nas.
A little Lyrnard Skynard with a little Goodie Mob.
A little Youngbloodz in the mud, smoking bud,
"If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck!"
My music is therapy to poison the pain
and every song is like a piece of me, ain't looking for fame.
I ain't never thought about selling my soul for this game.
But I'm gonna spit so hard that it knows name is...

HOOK