look into my hommies eyes and realized why I gotta be so heartless
money and ecstasies are the perfect menages I burry my feelings in all of life's camouflages life is a uncontrollable drug like bathsalt wrapped in a speed ball drenched in alcohol sprinkled with anthrax my back glued to the wall running in and out of the house hoping I don't drop the ball the game is so f**ked up no wonder why everybody getting stuckup everybody stressing don't nobody listen Moma in the kitchen getting choked out she burned a batch of crack right in front of the look outs daddy's child just cried out not old enough to fully understand but he watched his house go from a home to a house to a trap house to the neighborhood crack house Lil Rickey grewup ify, he runs down the block to the corner storebut I guess the Lord had more in stored he took a fatal shot in the alley a couple feet form the entrance of his favorite corner store. just another crack baby that never made it neighborhood defects cold game with no defense the evidence is self evident we set standards that blocks the block progress.Relevance......ain't nobody losing like we losing this!