I’ve been sent to die
I’ve been sent to die on this hill
I’ve been sent to die
I’ve been sent to die on this hill
I’ve been sent to die
I’ve been sent to die on this hill
I’ve been sent to die
I’ve been sent to die on this hill
I’ve been caught I fought for power
Onslaught junk infinite showers
Face turned sour I got caught
Invisible imbecile stunned to thought
A life without creeping and peeping
Take a chance to glance at pee pees
Stop believing in the future
Stole my power leaving a loser
I’ve been sent to die
I’ve been sent to die on this hill
I’ve been sent to die
I’ve been sent to die on this hill
Dragged away kicking and screaming
The shower sticky and steaming
Face beaming they can’t beat me
Power of peeping never leave me
I’ll be back they can’t see me
Voyeurism I believe in
Behind bars long and thick
I’m not sick nothing wrong with dicks
So I stole iguana powers
So my soul belongs in showers
Now I cower in jail cells
Farewell to power won’t fair well
I may be shook way stupefied
Look up hill slayed crucified
Classified a spy to be killed
Stop the steal I’ll die on this hill
I’ve been sent to die
I’ve been sent to die on this hill
I’ve been sent to die
I’ve been sent to die on this hill
The Philadelphia rapper turns the children's music formula on its head with old-school beats and sharp life lessons. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 13, 2023