Artist: Wisemen Album: Wisemen Arrived Song: Salute Freestyle Typed by: DaSun Akbar [Salute] If you digest my flow, shit will hit your spot I spit from the wrist nigga meaning I'm hot No need to worry, need to question all the shit that I got Became a vet, real humble, laying low on the block Ain't been the same since my mama fell short to a shot The sexy gone and I'm living the pain won't stop Move out the 'jects but a nigga still carry a glock So if you run up on me ill-advised you're sure to get popped A 9 to 5, game's slow, so I turned to drugs All day on the grind, making moves with thugs No turning back, 'cause the game got a nigga too deep Seeing faces, hearing voices from the shots in my sleep The weed smoke keep me insane but it calms the pain But when the highway's off just the same old thing Niggas dying, bitches lying, still I'm trapped in the shell Though I'm living the flesh, my soul's dying in hell Holla at ya man!