[Intro] [Verse 1: Ace Arsenio] The young disciple, the one who reiterates his idol/ The one who spent his entire life packin' delights/ Kept duckin cells and gun shells fired from his rivals/ Surivival, the mission while he awaits the arrival/ For good days, but as he looks it ain't in site though/ The madness of the streets startin' to make him...Learn More