Moeazy, MARU NARA - TRAUMA

I'm in the middle of an empty block
Cold wind carries letters that I'm sending out
No address I'm dressed fresh to death
Who's standing next to me that's my dark side gemini
We used fight over fame and dollar bills
Used to quarrel over bitches
Throwing sand in our wheels
Used to cross our blades for hours trynna find out who is real
Brothers nephilims
Trynna make each other loose their limbs