Harry Toddler - Destiny

A trickster and liar, won't cut you from your own destiny
But priors rise me higher, your own destiny
Huh, when me mother turned to priors she cleared the way
Believing in the Father all the way
No make no devil in her flesh, stray you away
Pagan, no greet you with no grace
Hold a firm meditation, yo
No bother rap and show
Hustlin' on the road, no end no tonight