Everyday There's More Death, And

In My Death, People Will Understand What I Was Talking About.

No Thank You To All The Bustas, Cowards, And Fake Homies Who Showed Me The Depths Of Jealousy, Envy And Greed.

Perhaps I Was Blind To The Facts, Stabbed In The Back I Couldn't Trust My Own Homies Just A Bunch Of Dirty Rats

Did You Hear About The Rose That Grew From A Crack In The Concrete Proving Nature's Laws Wrong It Learned 2 Walk Without Having Feet

Why Am I Fighting To Live, If I Am Just Living To Fight Why Am I Trying To See. When There Aint Nothing In Sight Why Am I Trying To Give, When No One Gives Me A Try Why Am I Dying To Live, If I Am Just Living To Die?