Wrath.
You don't get nothing for being nice
Stay dangerous if you want to stay alive
Here, it is dangerous to want to stay alive
If we die or die fighting makes no difference
When a pool of blood dries, it ain't no difference
My blood, theirs, both black as my daddy
My blood, his blood are black just like my daddy
No man can raise his voice or hand to me
This tongue and rage were handed to me
With merits and honor portioned in bullets
In war, honor is portioned in bullets buried
with you or in your enemies
Buried within you are your enemies
You don't get nothing for being nice