On Point

I'm on point like a crack house full of needles like a sharp razor blade cuttin a wrist vertically like a robbery turned homicide turn burglary like a 30-30 wit a bayonet on the tip like a nigga who's beefing heavy so he tote's a stainless hawk and a 357 revolver wit the pistol grip I'm on point like a box of thornes still seeking the truth ready to die for it fu(k it just call me Jason Bourne on point like a ninja star and a swiss army knife like the sharp pains a pregnant woman gets in the middle of the night On point like the halo tips rifle bullets that hit innocent bystanders from a distance on point like slavery days when white and black folks went on the streets lynching on point like David when he slew Goliath like a new born baby wit no parents emotionally crying like Jesus disciples when he was crucified and his mother was crying I'm on point like heaven rejoicing for the ones who recognize the devil is poison